Picture-Perfect Vogue Cover

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Firenze, Italy

Lorena was this gorgeous Latina starlet from Chile. Jennifer Lopez she wasn’t but Rita Moreno, she came close to but wait, Rita Moreno is not blonde, neither is Jennifer and both ladies are Puerto Ricans. Ok, moving on. She was this picturesque, very tall – the perfect poster girl for a Vogue cover, body perfect, blonde, blue eyes, Barbie like elegant sassy starlet and any dreamer date heaven. Bruno, on the other hand, was an Italian stud muffin, black hair, brown eyes who reminded her of Paul Newman. Yes, Paul Newman but wait, he was blonde with blue eyes… never mind, carry on. In essence she was trying to tell us that in her eyes, he was a hunk and… 

That’s where the story ends. Lorena she wasn’t, Italian she is, model she wasn’t but could be, her name I don’t recall. I met her at a leather store in Florence, Italy where she worked and I was trying to buy a handbag. Her smile made all possible! 

Out With The Old, In With The New!

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Salave Mountain, Switzerland 

I was determined to wash away “the old”, just like we do back home, welcoming 2017 with open arms and parade of good will. It is an old practice to run to the beach on the first day of the year, rid off the old baggage and bring good omen in the new year.

Although, we were close to the beach, there were no takers. The enthusiasm by the crew, my peeps there is, wasn’t there. The water was to cold, they muttered as I was the only one with the crazy idea to jump in.  So, I did the best thing closest to it, the pool.

The water was cold, go figure, it is winter after all, 70 °F and approximately 21 °C. I could have waited a little for it to heat up but time wasn’t on my side. I was in the “now or ever” mood. I was thinking North Pole, counting all my toes and rethinking my strategy, if there was ever a good one; there wasn’t. I didn’t care. At this point only Mother Theresa could have talked me out of it if she even dared but would adventure out to calmly say to me, “go ahead my child.”

I was determined, so I decided to go in. I faced it, said my Hail Mary and jumped in. The water was as icy as I expected it. I shivered momentarily, my jaw tensed, my teeth chattered. There was the awful anxiety adrenalin filled sound, not long enough to sway a whale but bang-up enough for everyone to laugh off and why not? Perhaps, the Scandinavians would have chuckled but what is a gathering of friends without a laugh or two especially during the holidays?! 

As my body quickly adjusted to the temperature, the fear quickly gave way to calmness. I stayed long enough to hear my body saying “Amen!” and my brain telling me, “it is all good. You have done it. You can leave now!” It felt great. I did it!

It is a New Year. I plan to do many of the type as time and world permit. Conquer my fears. Plunge in with tooth and nails. Swim with caution. Stop being a slave to my trepidations. Yes, easier said then done but I am ready for the challenge. It is not a resolution but daily affirmations.

Hello Saturday

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If there was ever such thing as heaven, this comes close. Breathe…
Come alive. Live. Close your eyes and let be. Unwind. Travel.
Let yourself be transported. Your mind journey. Your soul free. Inhale.
Gaze at tomorrow. Dream. Still. Chill. Praise. Celebrate.
Say hello to today. Tomorrow. Whatever. Just be.
Say 
Amen!
Thank you João Melo Sereno. Thank you for this amazing illustrious photo. It just made my Saturday.