Woke up yesterday morning to the sound of a jungle cat growling … errrr, to the sound of my sister mad at my little electric oven for burning the top of her normally perfect pound cake.
Naya’s horrible to hang out with in the morning. Especially before breakfast. She has a rather extreme version of the now world-famous Valdellon temper … [...]
fire dancers, sand and light sculptures, paper lanterns swaying in the breeze, chori burgers and wood fire burned pizzas washed down with margaritas and mojitos …
a couple of tipsy sisters at the end of every white beach night …
Always had this fantasy of walking the stretch of White Beach in short shorts and a bikini top.
Well, yesterday, I did! Along with Naya, home from Toronto.
We’re living on the quiet end of Boracay’s beach, in a resort with a wide expanse of empty white sand in front of it. We’ve been walking aimlessly, eating amazing meals, taking [...]
The Delhi airport doesn’t have a smoking lounge. My mother was shocked to discover this after we’d finally completed their tedious check-in process. She could have suffered in silence. But being her, she charmed the military men standing guard at the airport into letting her back out again … through all the security checks … just so she could have [...]
The iconic Taj Mahal shot …
Ma holds the Taj in her hand …
Mother and daughter finally together in India …
And the legendary love story …
Mumtaz Mahal was a beautiful, sharp-witted girl, who sold silk in the local market. Shah Jahan was the young, soon to be Emperor, who fell madly in love with her. And married her [...]
A note from Zivan (in Heyward) to me and Naya:
“I remember … having a world war against 6-year-old Nessa in Hong Kong and laying out all our toys in the hallway so that these toys could annihilate each other one by one. Turn by turn, one of my toys would topple one of hers, and then [...]
I had a blessing of a night with two very special dates.
And just like that, I totally snapped out of my depression.
I promised Mom I’d watch Kite Runner with her because we both loved the book and to be honest, reading it was so painful I couldn’t bear to see the film version alone. Papa was curious and decided to tag along. [...]
“Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graca, e ela menina que vem e que passa, num doce balanco, caminho do mar …” A Garota Ipanema
The first recording of Girl From Ipanema, with Joao and Astrud Gilberto singing, Joao also on guitar, Stan Getz on tenor sax and Antonio Carlos Jobim on the piano is purely, absolutely [...]
Here are the folks with their first grandchild Meta (whole name: Metaphor, Naya’s cat). : )
And here’s a message for Kuya Ziv and Naya, who I miss the most at Christmas …
You know how the folks never say much about how they feel?
Well, yesterday was a bit different. Maybe they’re growing older, maybe [...]
