shoe on a mission

3:11pm: maybe i appear to be strange to locals each morning riding my violet "born to be wild!" bycicle +/- 8 miles forward and something similar back... Patrols taking morning nap in their yellow jackets dropping me a warm smile... if the sun shows her majesty, i take the longer ride - along the sea. Eearly sundrops eating ships, and Im filled with energy for entire day!

week ago was warming up myself in sicily. sort of workdays, but who sais that u going to overwork with sicilians. overeat? - yeah, hardly overwork. the most "german" italian crawling in the back "yeah, we are being late again..." now after few sunny-english-like days, drizzling... low sky presses my eyelids and brains. definetely riding home to get some needed sleep...

why not writing? maybe too many experiences and routine drain all my energy aways...

5:44pm: yessah


shoe went on a mission lately. no. on holidays to meet itself in different perspective...

tulips wrapped in alla-glass paper are sleeping right in front, so i can rest my eyes here and there, leaving dizzy screen for a while...children foolering around with beloved books... here they are getting faster away from their childhoods... i refound out lately, that libraries are such castles full of wisdom, that I could stay here for nights discovering the world... childish... but healthy...

questioned myself, why i left virtual diary to rot. maybe im not so often away with feries as i used to be... or maybe all the feries have landed to me...

"mind away" virus contagious. too fancy to say that i infected them - our germain housemate since the very beginning used to present herself with beauty-queen formula "hi,im steffi ***, and ihave aboyfriend" letting all the males down from the very beginning. but now even our always-bachelor polish announced dating estionian las with the painful "lets carpe diem Who knows feeling". international turmoil. quite calm and pinky lately... common dinners turned to every-lovely-day style...

but thats holding me back from my beloved loneliness where icould escape and enjoy arising coloured dreams... maybe dreams are too near now?

invaded here. i kept silence and was picking up my observations the earlier, but i slightly rising my honeyed sword to conquer... conquer with love... based on...

on monday... yess, on monday we are going out to castle... somewhere to walk ourselves again. team-like. so new impressions, coz lately the weekends were inside. but the course im attending and activities im doing, make me fresh... and selfconfident - i find people, whose ideas are walking in clusters with mine, we can melt in shots discovered experiencing with light, colours, sounds and feelings...

superstitious people wouldnt dare to say that. but im glad to announce that these minutes im happy. i was before. but now - in new-taste way...

4:13pm: highlands
Jejujejumjejum

Fandabidozi.
Who wants to walk the time when it runs aways as Ramzis, hyperactive my parent's dog.

Last week my Austrian fellow ex israeli volunteer explored Newcastle and even dropped some compliments over it. Days busybees for me, but following our tradition - can we stay warming with poor breaths our cold house over the weekend?

Thats where I could use my beloved people birthday money gift. we've cought a thougth - if shoey dream suppose to turn true one day, so the earlier the better. Finalmente - SCOTLAND!!

As the tradition to be continued, adventures on every even so fine structured english corner. Seems the beginning was perfectly boring - we've fished some cheap trainflight. right on the way. found some gloomy places far enough from the windows. "you are not on the right train, sir". Amazing. "your train departs 20minutes later, but you wont be able to catch it, because that train doesnt stop at the station where we do". double great. "either you pay new ticket, or you have to get off the next station". lovely should say. any ideas? after she announced about the possible price for the ticket, our dropped jaws gave more than enough info - we politely kick ourselves off. eventhough if our fault in this case was less than mini - telephony ticket seller was confused enough to tell the exact time.

any further ideas? we are right - as later turned out - right on the border between Scotland and England. Berwick upon Tweed.
Like in old good times? Hitch hiking?

Well, first face impressions after we mount our hands up were not the loveliest ones. luckily one guy sounding scottish already, directed us half a mile further on. he was right. 2 minutes, and woman stopped. "you should write down the direction you are going to" she mumbled while drawing with short quick moves "edinburg". next driver didnt care about spell mistake - exhippy actual vet dropped us to one of the most posh cities in the scotland. my dream to get to know somehow local people turned to true unexpectedly. safe trainy trip seems wouldnt have brought us similar visuals as green hills, one more amazing sunset, mouthwatering seashores.


Edinburgh - pure beauty. rome - yes. barcelone. sure. but edinburgh kicking all the others from my favourites list. the castle on lava hill have all its respect welcoming us, newly amazed continent people...

the evening should be wrapped up in non the less amusable adventure. short gray haired funny scottish daddy smartly winked his eye, showing that his proposal for overnight stay will be our life changing experience. to convince us he brought his almost completely filled in guest book and few antique photos.

He warmed up philipinian wife's dinner, which was delivered right time. our stomacks already few hours ago were broadcasting polish polonez...

The very next day we were more then perfect tourists which in some ways I tried to break it up a little. Instead of jewelry and prison within the castle exhibition, Ive chosen around-the-castle meditation...
The towers of a castle in a dairy heaven font sank into me. They didnt let me go for more than an hour.
Musuem and modern art galery fetched me a sign about yesterdays-todays scotland.

the very next day - on a road! I could touch with my own glimpse and hands the Highlands... Green hills, castles and lochs (no lakes, but lochs)... we joined the touristic bus, wich by no means is our style, but.. we've got no other choice... couldnt sit calm in my seat. delightful views - how dare u sit still. oh yess, some "turists" happened to appear just for movy nap. One spanish girl placed her head on boyfriends shoulder, and opened her eyes only to have a sit in a coffee shop. for me - just give a time!! half an hour? im on a way to hills meeting sheep, meditating at the source or walking the soft green carpet, hugging the snowy top. for the others - just Loch Ness - final destination matters: "i was there"...

by the way, there are few of believers to Nesse existenze. Legends of the last century tell a story about from time to time appearing Nesse. For non-romantics to remind - one doctor during the vacations made up a small joke - toy in the water and few good shots. "Times" to the first pages - legend guaranteed. But you can breath the mystics around. And even more you can find in the ruins of a castle nearby.

The story of the weekend leaded to everyday life... Scotland is still on my mind... Whats next? Ireland? st.Patrick's nearing...

5:22pm: back to home cloudy home
today ive subscribed myself for some fresh air - walked out the camera to newcastle. sun is not that often to shine. coz i see that i hate office so much. loads of paper screaming in the printer, telephone as a cat fancying her guys doesn't let us in peace.

im not sure if ive succeeded actually. instead of eating people and streets, i better enjoyed church tower clock drowning in the blue sky. or seagulls - happy to the madness. or millenium bridge.

isreal is left in my pocket, deep down. london. london made me some strange impression. something, that i cant take out of my thougths. nevermind. not now. not too fast.

im getting off. coz the streets are groomy. the castle behind the window dressed in shaddow. the orange light is scarcely sweeping lonely path through the park. coz people after 6pm going home. shops are closed down. north shields is ready for night. good night.

12:35am: yeah.... sitting now in friends's house... and she is far. i remember her telling before her leaving to that far. when ill come back in january, nobody of u [exvolunteers] will be here. will be sad.
israel.jaunuary.im here. but she is still far...
and the way she and her family was giving attention to us, made our stay in this upholyland so warm...so i was coming home...
tommorow ill go and check all the places.. monart. sea. monart people... ruta and get some swimming. lama lo?? [hebrew "why not?"]
hehe. yesss... id to remember those phrases... to ask smth in sherut [minibus]. to remember the sound. it wasnt awful actually as it sounded returning from egypt to israel. it was smth. maybe smth that i was missin...

i came to say goodbye. to those and that, what i didnt made it on time...that time...
its strange though...

5:24pm: bouncing. coz today i was washing my face in the sun.... how i was missing that..
and see how ships were swimming in the sea...
and going to visit my ashdod...
and my jerusalem... my beloved one...

and im meeeting roberto in newcastle sooon. and santa after easter... brilliant!!!

3:17am: ticket to the past....
maybe i was asking secretly for ticket to my past? to jump in there, to sneak around what ive left - any unsolved minutes, and to come back, to reality...coz apparently i feel like i lived there as in dream. only emails from fate-mates remind me that it was nothing of that imagination twisting in any way... it was a year in plenty of raw emotions, crispy experiences... my soul has been rooted deep down...

israel... im coming back there. who cares, that my heart will tremble for those few days, when ill step there once again. exfatemate, one of, has already ordered a groundkiss...

bouncing here and there, i even dont know what to grab firstly? its like a game - u have little time, so darling - please prioritize your sights... jerusalem, ashdod?? yooh... gonna be tough indeed.

11:24pm: rain is nearing
yess. who is me to tell anybody to go for more, to pick up some courage for to make any decision... if i cant make it properly myself...

i wonder, why every begining is not so easy-going? we have a very optimistic lithuanian saying "good beginning - half job". Following the consequences, no good beginning - job is for no reasons should be kept on?

Nobody's fault that I feel impatient, initiativeless, passive during these days. Let it be called - silence followed by storm. All my enthusiasm for coming here is slightly sinking into nap... but...

but im not dropping off my hands. in no way - i came here for more. so let it be like this!! rain is coming...

9:33am: No Kolumbus
No extraordinary reactions could have been expressed after I mentioned Islands [for the sake of respect Ill try to use Europe as rare as possible]... Man ona bus right before leaving asked me where im going with such luggage. "England". "ahhh.." - clear dissapointment.
Crowds of Lithuanians invading towns and farms, so seems nothing new can be writen. But as Ive decided to share my personal history here for myself and for those whom I love, is it really matter that you are no more Kolumbus in exsotic land such as israel.

A question is if living in Newcastle is minus or plus. Coz if I would be pure lithuanian i would go straight-a-way to London to beat some pounds. Newcastle? Somewhere in the suburbs of England? One of the poorest regions? Whats that? But as I am not usual one with a standard life uni-family-job, so lets go there and in a way, that people around me would question WHY.

I havent seen much yet, but... The previous post about teambuilding could express already, that Im quite amazed with the nature around. I like that the office where I would spend some time there will be not far from the sea again. Sea doesnt allow to run away from her - finds me in any place I go. Yesterday we jumped out from metro and the first sound - the creek of seagulls... One such a sound is enough for to be inspired for entire day...

Ive got some challenges already. Besides my own project which gonna happen a little later, Im involved in world youth culture summit. and strongly involved which causes some feelings as fear, joy, engagement, enthusiasm. Much to do... Great thing can happen... Because its exactly what I was dreaming some years ago. And here we go - now do it... Higly recommended - if u have a dream, be sure that you really want to be happened, coz you have to work with consequences.

Anyways. Exploring here geordi culture not the easiest challenge. And the most stressful - their bloody dialect. Feel like and old woman trying to bring myself closer in order to understand what they are eating. For a moment - catching up the context and trying to grab twisted intonations. But I didnt expect being them so warm here after an input of others that english are cold. "here is your change, darling" - big smile on shopkeeper's face. "oh, cheers [=thanks], that so loovly". [hehe, for those who are coming - dont forget love=loove, bucket = booket, lovely=loovely]...

9:59am: always searching
after breaking my records in adams big movie collection review, monday instead of pure work we enjoyed teambuilding searching for a castle!!

on a two-storeyd bus my seat soon became hot, as I couldn't sit peacefully. misty sun comforted me and green green fields. had no wish to scatter words around not to break away simple and nice moment.

jumped into train - north and fast. our newly made work sixtet is ready steady to work for my new home, newcastle...

train ran away leaving us to choose any direction - not even our bosses knew our right way. local daddy directed his thumb towards green hills as if they would have been straigth from WIndows desktop picture. no question if to choose light way or through greenery. as if that was in any case somebody's fields, we might have had at least a single thought that some adventures awaiting. well, banging hunters somewhere in deep forest we left behind, and suddenly we apperead exactly on a way to some mustangs. he he - their no-under-control actions dont give them proper horses names. standing wordless all six, when one of us screamed "run back!". not the best idea, because we appeared exactly to symetrically situated another gang of horses. wo! yepiyeye! we found ourselves stucked in between two fences with no garantee to preserve us from angry faces.

i preferred path attached to closely passing-by train as i discovered i can at least rule the situation. ben followed, as others quickly passed fiels using the moment when horses were making a royal round-about.

no major adventures followed not considering wet heavy shoes after crossing damp ex-future-river. around 7 miles we were walking on the wild North Seashore. Ive noticed my life recently apperead to be situated near the seas somehow someway. my lithuanian sweets were just about to give some extra energy to colleagues - he he, so easy to become friends to sweet-eaters guys.

but where is Castle??

not desperate yet, but.. when weve got to see it in horizont, mood lifted up immediately. mentioned few breakes we have fighted with decreasing energy and increasing hunger... all the way i preferred to keep silence - try eating as much as possible that solid wild beauty...

Castle was beautiful! brilliant! i like this kind of English castle architecture! it brings me somewhere back to history - standing and meditating at the hard stone walls - was worth walking so long.

work session after strong traditional meal, and teambuilding continued in a train station playing funny games. Good to know colleagues not only by their faces, but jokes and fears and ways to make solutions!

5:13am: shoe for shelter
Here I am to run away from everyday's Rush to hide away for my close Shoeseachers...