Now and then I go out more than usual. That is what has been happening lately. At least twice a week, for three consecutive weeks, I go out for dinner or some show. The usual would be once a week.
I had birthday parties, social dinners and shows. Wednesday I went to an electronic and contemporary dance show. Now I am thinking about Ceuzany.
It’s interesting how sometimes we feel like home and other times we opt for socializing.
Alone on the deck
We had a long weekend. The country where I live has just celebrated its 42nd independence anniversary. We returned to the house in the lake, where I took some pictures. I learn bit by bit…
Most of the charm of this family retreat is the deck over the lake. Eventually, I won’t remember all the food that I had, the walks, the conversations, the laughter or the pain. I decided to treasure the memory of the moments I was alone on the deck (or with the dogs). That’s how the last weekend of June 2017 was for me: alone on the deck.
It seemed difficult to look back and discover a best. However, contemporary dance stood out immediately. Contemporary dancers strive to connect mind and body through fluid dance movements. Well, my fluidity is still very questionable after three classes only…
As my teacher is a Mozambican dancer, I won’t watch him leave anytime soon. Actually, that is the real best of May!
Tango and salsa – South African teacher. Probably, he moved to SA;
Tae bo – Ecuadorean teacher. She moved to Italy;
Flamenco – Spanish teacher. She returned to Spain;
Ballet – Mexican. She moved to California (USA);
Second ballet teacher – South African. She now lives in Australia;
Contemporary teacher – He is Mozambican. He doesn’t intend to move.
And that is a good reason for a best!
Tears and Smiles
On the 28th of April my parents would have celebrated their wedding anniversary. They don’t celebrate “here” any more.
Smartphone alerts are great. If I were in my house, I wouldn’t have the time to think about it. But I was away, basking in the sun…
For that reason, I was curious to discover when I was conceived. Knowing how straight they were, it was pretty easy to discover that I am a byproduct of their honeymoon. If nature functioned well, as it seems, I was fabricated in the second week of their wedding.
For the first time, I realized that they always looked at me remembering love, happiness and, most probably, wild things. And I also realized that, if I were aware of such “subtle detail” long ago, I would have caused them less tears and a whole lot of smiles.
Movies Online and Diving Sites
I don’t have unlimited internet and I’ve been watching movies on-line. As a result, limited access. No blogging, for instance. Movies on-line are highly addictive. It’s the availability, the coziness and the stopping or restarting whenever I want. No wonder the studios are planning “to release movies on-line just 45 days following its debut in theaters”:
(By the way, I suppose the internet is a mean of communication (a tool), as the telephone or the facsimile. Then, why should I write Internet (capital letter) and not internet? I don’t get it. If it were about somebody’s name, I would agree. Consequently, I’ll keep writing internet.)
Recently, I read about the ten best diving sites in Mozambique here:
I had just returned from two of them: Mamoli and Ponta do Ouro. As a reminder that there’s plenty more than watching movies on-line…
Summer in Four Takes
I enjoy my summer holidays in four takes. The first one is when summer comes. I even used to celebrate its arrival by going to a nearby beach and toast. Things are different now. Sometimes, to celebrate, we have to have time to organize the celebration. Anyway, we still do different things when summer arrives to these southern shores.
The second coincides with Christmas and New Year. Usually, we go to a nice place like Ponta do Ouro or Inhambane. I suppose this is the central part of my summer.
The third is in February, when we usually travel to nearby Johannesburg. Right now, South Africa is a bit expensive to Mozambicans. I heard about a couple who stayed a week in Johannesburg and concluded that they had spend as much as in Europe. Anyway, we have been there and survived. Basically, we watched movies and went to good restaurants and shops. “Lion” is moving. “Manchester by the Sea” is painful. My favorite, so far, is “Arrival”. It’s different, in its kind, and has a very powerful message.
The fourth and last part of summer, still to come, is an escape – when time, weather and money conspire for it – to a nearby beach. It’s our summer goodbye.
The palm trees of Inhambane, where I spent the first days of January 2017, are my pick for the first best of this year.
However, Inhambane is also about the bluest sea, the kindest people and the amazing food. They stand as tall as the tallest trees.