martes, 31 de agosto de 2010

sole, mare, vento...

not enough time to ride all the way here, so a train from Peruggia brings me across. Across some more hills, a few mountains, one or two lakes, all the way to finish along the seashore: Salento. Glorious sights of different shades of blue covering the horizon. Salento. Well, almost. Bari is the first stop. A fortified city with small streets and clean beaches makes for a nice welcome :) but what was to come, we couldn´t be prepared for: Salento. Bluer than blue itself and more marvelous than i couldve ever imagined...
I couchsurfed here and the host: words are not enough. By that same evening, the small flat had become a small hostel of 6. Funny to see a Piamontese, a Sicilian, a Russian, an American, a Peruvian plus the Salentino fighting for the toilet :D
First night: Grillada. just to get ready for the taranta to come...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6fB4oInT7A
all jokes, food, and the first steps to what was to be some nonstop dancing the following day...
next day: taranta...
following: trying to recuperate energies to follow...
day after: early morning breakfast and the goodbyes start. Hope to see you around's, etc etc... but heartfelt goodbyes are hard and not everyone is willing to do them. So the Sicilian comes with us for a bit: we head south, for Otranto. More white beaches and one of the best pasta al nero di seppia que he comido alguna vez .. we share lunch together, then a granita, one last walk, another granita, one quick run to Brindisi, and then trying to catch the ferry:
2110 Brindisi
2155 the port
2200 Ciao Italia
0500 Iacu Greece....

martes, 24 de agosto de 2010

Chianti-Tierra de Siena

Time and again I have argued about their definition: what makes a mountain a mountain, what makes a hill a hill. But ill concede to my riding partner: if you are going uphill for more than 15 minutes at a +30C it all feels like a  mountain!!!
Nonetheless, rolling hills they are. and they do indeed roll. One starting just as the last one finishes. up and down, to infinity. maybe beyond. Hard uphills, easy downhills but at the top, more than just a break, a delight: a town to marvel us with its architecture, its food and its magnificent viewpoints. Toscanas landscape at our feet.
Town after town Toscana keeps giving us one surprise every day: be it a wine tasting that leaves us too tipsy to ride afterwards, be it a special cheese and the art to make it that leaves us speechless, be it thermal waters that paint a mountain (hill) white. Yeap, one surprise every day...
And Montepuliano today, the journey stops here and we head down south: Puglia, get ready!

jueves, 19 de agosto de 2010

Florencia

I wont go into the immigrant question as a political question deserves a discussion and not just a one sided blablabla, that this will be, but lets not say immigrants but travellers. Travelers and tourist. the difference? big. I think. And i make time to write about it as I still get the silly question: arent YOU a tourist also? , but after a 4h30min trek up Mt. Pilatus all covered in sweat, the question, coming from someone just stepping out of the climatized funiculare, hurts a bit....
He might be a tourist , im not. not that day at least... and its not the sweat or the dirt, its not a whos the dirtiest? contest , but lets go to the differences:
a tourist takes only, a traveller exchanges. We both take photos, souveniers, experiences but what does a traveller give in return? (in my case: mainly sweat)  but we do also share stories, adventures, music, food, etc etc... Its not just tasting a dish, but taking the recipe with you home to show someone else, maybe cooking something onsite for the locals to try, its not just putting some new music on your mp3 but knowing where does it come from, learning even the silly steps that go along, and on plus, leaving your music behind, not only meeting some great guy but having him over to your place some years later.. and thats how i come about here....
Some years ago I met a true traveller, a superb vagabonda who inspired me on this (?) year long journey. So not just sightseeing but making life-long memories.
and sitting at her recently purchased flat today, i can say: thanks Cami. Thank you for everything, y espero la panza mejore ;)
besos munheca

miércoles, 18 de agosto de 2010

merci l'universe...

and a very wise friend once told me "you can never bathe on the same river twice" and after long thinking (and 700kms later) I thought i had grasped the idea...
but as I walk thru already once walked paths, already seen cities, once visited streets, i truly begin to understand "the waters (rivers) lie never still..."
maybe its the second pair of eyes travelling with me, maybe maturity settling in, maybe the seasons change more than just sunset colors, but things show themselves still new to my eyes today...
the road is still to be discovered and the flowers still to be smelled....
merci l'universe

lunes, 16 de agosto de 2010

miércoles, 11 de agosto de 2010

en el aero...

y paso el dia empacando y, cual Bebe, contando los minutos...
siete horas
corriendo x la ciudad
siete horas
mis piernas no dan a mas
siete horas
empiezo a estar del reves
siete horas
te voy a volver a ver
y no se hace cuanto tiempo
persigo este momento
pensando suave y lento
en cada movimiento
se mezcla la nostalgia
con la sangre q baja
y sube toda junta
para inundar mis ganas
no consigo actuar
me bloqueo al pensar
los nervios me aprisionan
ya no puedo mas
se acaba la reserva
me quedo sin paciencia
cada minuto se hace un mundo
y todavia quedan...


y en el aeropuerto: Gracias Katia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)

i moi Mojito v Bodeguita

Y nuestra primera noche en el centro economico-socio-cultural de Ucrania es al son de timbas, sones y el sabor de tapas... ironia...
One word for Kiev : hilly! and its , as I see it, where it derives its beauty from. Hill after hill dressed in between by odd ends: palaces, chimeras, houses on end, a park with Gaudi-like statues, out-of-wood made sculptures and the impressive Rodina Mat (motherland) who holds the best view point in town.
Calm and easy these days go by as we plan our next stop in this voyage. Italy awaits. But not for another 12 hours. Time to pack now ;)
next entry will come from one of the most beautiful cities on earth: Venice here we come!!!

domingo, 8 de agosto de 2010

Ya Naglaya Morda

Mil y un colores como lo son, son dos, los de su bandera, los que roban mi atencion:

azul: el mar Negro que no es negro pero azul marino....
amarillo: el sol incandencente que caliente nuestras espaldas...
azules: las moras, que al caer, pintan el suelo de azul pastel...
amarillo: los picos de nuestras amadas ciguenas mirandonos siempre desde lo alto de algun poste....
azules: los ojos encantadores de las Ucranianas...
amarillo: girasoles!! por millar!! que cual camino a Oz pintan nuestro camino hacia Kiev...
azules: decenas y mas de los insectos que entran en mi carpa para despertarme en las noches...
amarillo: hectareas de hectareas de trigo y maiz aun por cosechar...


azul: en todos sus tonos, mientras el cielo cambia de azul rojizo al amanecer, a blanquecinho, a negruzco al anochecer. Un azul tan oscuro que uno diria es negro no fuese por las estrellas que nos muestras esos tonos suaves.... multicolores nocturnos.....

viernes, 6 de agosto de 2010