flying high

Washington DC April 2012

No place like the clouds!!!

(i'm a chicken in an airplane though)

FUERTE LA AVENTURA DAG 1

 

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Flight at 7 oclock, arrived at 9 (local time, 1 hour time difference). We went out the night before, met at 2 in the morning, slept 3 hours, woke up at 5 and were throughly planning to cancel it all so we could be able to sleep further. Doing the whole trip to arrive seemed like the most exhausting thing in the world. It also kind of was, as you'd be able to see on the pics i choose not to show here (neither anybody else except myself). But hello, waking up at 5.. 3 hours sleep.. being a bit tipsy and hangover. It's a recipe for a lazy stupid disaster. 

Fortunately we decide to get out of bed.

So at 12 something we were in El Cotillo, where our (surfers)hostel was. And beside the hostel, 100 inhabitants permanently living there. C R A Z Y. It did took a while to learn to appreciate El Cotillo. It was a small small ieniemienie tiny fisherstown and people were literrary going crazy because of the loneliness. I mean, how many times it happened we were enjoying a nice Canarian Island beer -Tropical- and two seats further a local drunken townwicked was laughing and singing songs and giggling when you passed to go to the toilet. Once exactly. But it could have happened all the time. It's just really abandonned. And you have to get used to it if you're a citygirl and coming from the vivid party city VLC.
And yes it was a surfershostel
But no there weren't any surfers (except two girls and a couple who came to learn to surf. but as it will take them 5 more years to be able to stand on a surfthing, i don't count them as surfers) because it wasn't the season yet.
So the first hour, in combination with the exhausting trip, we kind of felt in a little depression. Further, there was only 1 bar open. Only one. On a friday. They didn't even have anything that slightly looked like a dancebar. I must have repeated a thousand times in my head "OOOOOMGGGG why did i refuse to go to Mallorca because it was too turistic???I AM A TURIST!! I LOOOOVE crowdy bars and shops and people to watch. It's my favourite thing to do!!!".

But i really did learn to appreciate the awesome giant endless powerfull ocean and huge strong waves and long empty semi- white beaches with rocks and sand and everything else what there is on cool beaches.
Even the loneliness of El Cotillo. After a few days at least. After we discovered its awesome - with not too much moving water. Little waves so i can bath and peddle tranquilo without having to be afraid to end up with water in my eyes and noise.- lagoon and after we took a trip to ugly tasteless  crowded Corralejos. That made us really value El Cotillo.

O yes,also something really worth mentioning, the french bakery in El Cotillo! It may have absoooolutely nothing but it DOES have the best french bakery in Spain. It had been forever i had eaten a good croissant. Plus one to a good mood big time:). So it became immediately are daily stop. 

More adventures in adventourous el Cotillo, next time!

FUERTE LA AVENTURA

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I was one week in Fuerteventura the end of June. Taking well deserved beach vacation -and where can you do that better than SPAIN?! now tell me- from writing horrible spanish papers. Ending the end of Erasmus in style.

I can't really say we were stylish though. 

For example, we were forced to sleep the last night on a golftterrein for children in the middle of Corralejos- town (which is basically a beach with fugly hotels and the worst dressed people in the world. I LOOOVEED IT. For one night. The rest of the days we stayed fortunately in little fishermen villages not poisened with turism. True true zen and getting back to the basics)

Anyway, i might come back to it later -little time now- buuut what i wanted to say: if you want a island which looks like a huge dusty stone full of dustier mountains and desert and wacky people, GO TO FUERTE!! If you want also the most amazing (abandonned) beaches and waves and lagoons (at times with a lost poissening turist) and incredible clear turquoise water, GO TO FUERTEVENTURA!!! If you, more, want to party till you fall drunk and embarrasing on the ground and shop till you drop, DONT GO TO THERE!!!

haha

but it was great anyway:)

The pictures were taken with a camera we had to open manuel (really, pull the lens out of the camera each time) and of who we believed every time we took a picture we had to arrange its funeral.

but it survived

and google picasa is a thankfull amigo

BESOS from rainy sucky belgium!

Volando voy - Parte 1

 

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Andalucia abril

In the car, in Cordoba, the tiny streets of Cordoba, its special atmosphere, Christinianity (Catholicism?) everywhere, random sentences on the wall everywhere (the 'volando voy' was WEIRD, the hours and minutes right before we walked on it, i was singing it the whole time. I don't believe in faith or higher powers or whatever but it this case I DID), lightreflections (have to catch them. even when there sometimes basicly ugly).

Me llaman el desaparecido

Cuando llega, ya se ha ido

volando vengo, volando voy

deprisa deprisa

rumbo perdido (yo no soy - in my version)

Hola y Adios

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wearing: a bunch of h&m. more specific:

skirt: h&m

shoes: h&m

leather jacket: bershka

black cardigan: zara

blue shawl: market in marrakech

i realise sudden how totally out of fashion i am. It looks like one big mess of.. nothing. It's not the 80's style, neither alternative, neither chique -i'm considering my ballerinas. they could fall under the categorie chique no?-. I need to find one specific style,stick it to me,stick myself to it and get back into there. Or follow fashion badly. Like now, maybe some 70's hippiestyle? Or cold simple wide things? I think i mean clothes with 'things' but sometimes i really have no clue at all.. It's also really hard to define your taste/express yourself if you have no idea how they're called. I don't know when exactly i got out of it*-). Tomorrow i go immediately to the paperstore and by myself a magazine. 

I need to know what people wear now these days.

The child needs a name.

And maybe Eric was right about my shawl -but i'm not totally sure about the last thing)

Buuut back to the object, the picture is a picture of the nature in the streets of valencia (tree) and another one of even more nature in the streets of valencia (me) (i like my jokes at 2.30 in the morning, they're so gooood). Muuuuch more to come but at the moment i'm totally out of posting thingies. 

I think i need a fanbase as a stimulation

Sometimes i feel cero stimulation
I also really have cero stimulation

Oh damn

Oh well, to forget it all to i go tomorrow to the beach of Valencia, have a little yoghurt llaollao icecream (the invention is genius), prepare myself and go boootyshaking in Mya

See you in a month! When i have to lock myself up home in Belgium to write a thesis. But that is really what i have to do then. Times of fun and pleasure are over. I had a year vacation, time to be serious

Cuidad psycheDeliCa

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2 weeks ago (weekend 5 december) we decided to be wild and impulsive and went to Barcelona.

Saturdaymorning we took the bus and mondayevening we came back (almost missing the bus to a second.. we are all three very awfull with time and organisation).

I don't know what happens but we -or at least i- never experience the crazy, unexpected, big things on trip where you read so much about.

It was very very nice -nioce- and i had a blast but still, it was just a normal citytrip. It would have been the same with parents (but less nioce offcourse).

Where do people find those crazy adventurous?? I mean, just walking around and enter the first, random pub, doesn't make it happen. I know it because i tried it many many times.

It's touristic and it's full of drunken english or other tourists who doesn't mind to give 5euros for a pint. Sometimes i'm so desperate and longing for the insiderish, underground places that i'm at the point of following unknown people to their secret areas, like a stalking wacko.

Desperately praying they won't just walk home, consuming the prepared meal from the mamma. I don't feel like trying out 7 spanish folks before one really goes their favourite awesome hangoutspot (no, not their home).

But maybe it would be a good coming-back-to-earth.

Now don't think i'm a freak because i've never ACTUALLY done it.

It's just something that plays in my head, the temps-en-temps.

North of Europe is btw full of snow so it could be that i'm stuck here a few days more.

But ppppplease let me go home before Christmas.

Oosterse nacht # 3