I'VE RETURNED to the land down-under from another six-month stint overseas and hope to bring some helpful (yes, money related) advice to your Thursday night from our featured guest writer: Louise Keough.
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I feel completely domesticated today. I am not an inside person, but sometimes I love to spend moments to myself (away from the chaos) just sitting, listening to some acoustic music and writing bullshit in my journal which I later turn into poetry pieces or short stories.
If you are reading this, then right now, I listen to new music Friday playlist on Spotify, drinking bland coffee from a tiny cup while my pasta overcooks on the pan. And it's my last batch to- until I walk my ass to the supermarket. It is super windy today, so doing two loads of washing has been hard. I use bobby pins to hang my sheets on the line. I tell myself I'm doing fine. As long as I'm leaving the house most days, I'm doing fine. My coffee is cold and my plate is empty. I'm happy to be alive, and you should be too. A collection of thoughts from Milos island in Greece.
12:32am I pass the Mumma feeding her kittens, and the old swing set that nobody uses anymore now because of technology. I look up at the galaxy above me and feel so small again walking the way back to the container (home) which we accomodate four people. Stella and her friend Stella work 3pm until the bar closes every night. I will stay here for four days before finding my way back to Kythira. 5:07pm Now the sun is on my face, and I'm sipping on a Freddo Cappuccino once more- and once more I am answering the same questions. About why I am here and how long I will stay and if I am studying. But I am realising that in my life, I will always be answering these questions. They will never stop. People are too inquisitive to let go of investigating. Small talk is what I hate most. I'm obsessed with finding those people who love deep conversations, those who don't wait for the gaps in speaking with you just so they can talk. I hate those people. Twenty years of age, I crave more, still. And wonder if this part of me will ever change. 9:45am With a suitcase at her feet, three other bags in tow, Mumma Sofia takes struggling Australian backpacker to the airport. They ride the scooter that Stella grew up on. Against the wind, against the inches away from her feet hitting the ground, she continues on her way. Dodging people and tree's, doing anything she can to get her there on time. Ducking between the wind as it sends hurricanes towards them, the Australian girl once more says goodbye to an island she has quickly fallen in love with. It's possible to do that in just a week. You'll see when you are here. It's called Aphrodite island for a reason. And being so close to Kythira, what's not to love. But alas, she needs to go. This Australian girl must flee to her other home- to see if it has changed once more this year. 11:30am I reflect on how Stella's family have always looked after me. Taken me in as another child whenever I have stayed with her. For this I am so so so grateful. Bringing back the vlogs. Who's keen??
Comment your thoughts below. The Venice of the North.
I don’t even know how to describe Amsterdam, or even where to start. Except that everything is practical with the Dutch. From leaning houses, to architecture, to wall food (called FEBO) and free live music in the park while you share a joint with friends. It all makes sense in Amsterdam because practical living is what the Dutch do best – oh and fried food! I was extremely thankful for the hospitality of a Canadian friend, whom I met in England two years ago on travels. Side note: It’s extremely worthwhile to keep the connections with people who you meet along your travels. You never know when you’ll need some free accommodation, a long 2 year catch up and a really decent break away from hostels. Hellllo Queen bed to myself! On the first night, we ate at Spaghetti House and I devoured an incredible pasta with muscles before going clubbing with the girls and finding our way home in the early morning. Waking up late (as usual), the next day Jess and I went on a two-hour walking tour of the city. It was extremely important to get an introduction into this city that proved it wasn’t just all sex and drugs. We were guided through cobblestones streets of quaint architecture and history, including Napoleon’s influence and the original sailors who essentially founded the place. The line-up outside Anne Frank’s was ridiculous and even though this is the only reason I ever wanted to see Amsterdam, I wasn’t game enough to attempt it. The second night was spent walking through the Red Light District. It surprised me just how quickly I had adjusted to the idea of sex being so out in the open. However, I never fully grasped the smell of weed saturating the city. We met up with a couple of people from Busabout and headed towards this club called ‘Escape’. Following the boys directions, we obviously got lost so drunk me asked a homeless man for directions. I gave him the Dr Pepper I was drinking and he didn’t even thank me. Rude. Anyways, we got free entry into this club for being female (WOO!!) and partied until 5am. I will return to Amsterdam for sure, because I forgot to drink Heineken and I was also too scared to ride a bike. |
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