I started this blog to share some of the thoughts I have along the journey of life. I love to travel and spend time with my family and friends. A good meal, breaking bread with those I love, gives my life meaning. So does travel. I adore dreaming of sites to visit, not just to check them off on a list. Rather, I consider myself a student of life, traveling as an explorer, to open my mind to all the possibilities the world holds in store for me and for others. I love to travel to discover how different the world is in terms of climate, cultures, politics, terrain, economy, etc. but also to discover how SIMILAR the people are. Despite language barriers, much can be communicated with a smile or gestures. Language is simply a means to communicate, yet there are so very many other ways to communicate. Once when I was in French-speaking Canada, I realized that my 7th grade French class didn’t teach me the word for “straw”. However, when I thought about it, I was able to communicate to the very French-speaking waiter in a very French-speaking restaurant about my need for a “cylinder through which to drink” in my limited French vocabulary. Travel challenges the mind and soul, stretching us to problem solve and form conclusions about all that we experience. THAT is the type of travel I enjoy best. “All’s well that ends well”, as they say………….”Life is Good” as well.
Feeling lonely during self-isolation or stay at home restrictions? Find a friend. Call a friend. Email a friend. Ask a friend for help. We’re all in this together. A good friend is truly a gift…
“Sometimes in our lives we all have pain We all have sorrow But if we are wise We know that there’s always tomorrow
Lean on me, when you’re not strong And I’ll be your friend I’ll help you carry on For it won’t be long ‘Til I’m gonna need Somebody to lean on
Please swallow your pride If I have things you need to borrow For no one can fill those of your needs That you won’t let show
You just call on me brother, when you need a hand We all need somebody to lean on I just might have a problem that you’ll understand We all need somebody to lean on….”
– “Lean on Me” by Will Withers
Give help during Corona. Get help during Corona. We’ll make it through this together. It won’t last forever, but our friendships do.
“I get by with a little help from my friends……Oh, I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends…”
-“With a Little Help From My Friends” by The Beatles
Bored from self-isolation, social distancing, shelter in place, or safer in place restrictions? Close your eyes and find a moment, any moment, where you saw joy unfold before your eyes. Close your eyes and find a moment where you saw someone living in the moment, a simple moment where time stood still. Look as far as you need to when that sliver in time was pure and simple. Now open your eyes and think about that moment and how you can find that same joy right now. Maybe it is experiencing the scent of your favorite flower growing in your own yard. Maybe it is the touch of your baby’s finger wrapped around your own finger. Maybe it is the sound of laughter of the children playing in the next yard. Maybe it is seeing the wonders of that perfect sunset dipping below the horizon from your own window. The French call it “joie de vivre”, or a vitalizing energy, a zest for life and living.
Look around. Beauty is all around us. Enjoy the moment. Consider the little things that bring you that joie de vivre. Find your own wonder even if you are cooped up inside. Carpe diem, friends…..
Wanderlust? Stuck inside? Same here. I turn to memories of travels in times past to keep myself sane.
While visiting French Polynesia, I flew to Tahiti for a day, longing to find a beach with black sand. I flew into Fa’a’ā International Airport in Tahiti, armed with a little bit of the French language under my belt and a lot of adventure in my soul.
Even the plane to Tahiti is colorful
As soon as I got off the plane, I knew I needed to rent a car to go on my scavenger hunt (if only in my mind) to find a black sand beach. I stopped at one car company and was aghast at the rate they would charge me for less than a full day rental. The attendant was surprised that I could speak French, as I am sure he wanted to take advantage of this five foot American woman traveling alone, so I said thanks and moved on to the next car rental agency. At the next car rental agency, it was the same story with a slightly better rate, so again I moved on. They say “three is a charm” so I settled on a car rental from the third agency, whose rate was still high but a bit more realistic. The rate for less than twenty-four hours was equivalent to what we might pay for a three day rate here in the States.
A business in Tahiti
With a rudimentary map I picked up at a tourist kiosk at the airport, which listed only the highlights of the island, I set off for my adventure. I decided to pull over at a local business (Intersport) to seek clarification of the map. I walked into the shop and was greeted with a smile by a kind man. In French, I told him I was looking to find a beach with black sand, as I wanted to take some home to my daughter, and showed him my crude map of the island. Again, he laughed and gave me instructions (in French) to the black sand beach. As best as I remember, his instructions were something like go to the third red light, take a left, then take a right, etc….I thanked him and then set off on my adventure. I was delighted that one can travel half way around the world to still find a kindred spirit and kindness. The man laughed with me, not at me, and called me a “Cowboy”. Evidently he understood the wanderlust deep in this American soul. The language may be different than that which we are accustomed, but there is so much similarity between people from all parts of the world. Kindness, humor, gratitude, confusion, amusement, and respect are all part of the universal language we share with people all over the world.
It had been a while, several decades maybe, since I drove a “stick shift”, or car with a manual transmission. The road was very steep in some parts, but I was committed to finding that black sand. I was also VERY committed to finding an adventure.
Black sand beach in the north of Tahiti
I had been to a black sand beach in Hawaii before, but it had been many years. There is something other-wordly about seeing black sand radiating beneath my feet. I knew from my college days of Geology 101 that Tahiti was formed by two volcanoes, so the black sand is actually pieces volcanic rock. Continuous weathering of the rock replenishes the sand through the years as well.
Basalt volcanic rocks
After getting my sand in my little bottle I purchased at some little gift shop along the way, there was a smile in my soul when I finished my scavenger hunt and was ready to enjoy all else the island offered.
I stopped in the Marché de Pape’ete (Pape’ete Market) which is famous for its sights, sounds, and smells of authentic Polynesian life.
Marché de Pape’ete in the capital
Fish for sale at the market
Sign at the Tahiti Market that reads, ” Before Dying I Would Like….”
I encountered a blackboard at the market with a sort of “bucket list” written by visitors, which made my heart smile. Others everywhere had “bucket lists” and were checking off items one by one I’m sure.
One visitor wanted to travel the world. Another wanted to live in Tahiti with a spouse. Another wanted to find his love. Another wanted to return to Polynesia. Yet another wanted to build a big house for her children. I didn’t write on the board; I kept my “bucket list” in my soul.
After my journey, I was able to get back to the resort to relax a bit to sit in a comfortable egg chair with a good book in my hand and the scent of frangipani wafting through the air.
A Tahitian sunset
“I’ve seen a black sand beach stranger than any foreign world where King Poseidon draped in seaweed once walked upon the Earth–”
-“Black Sand Beach” by Bret Norwood
Life is good. See the sights. Smell the scents. Taste the flavors. Carpe diem friends………….
“I’ve seen a black sand beach stranger than any foreign world where King Poseidon draped in seaweed once walked upon the Earth–”
Temporary Tatoos in Tahaa? Time for armchair travel to a warm, sunny place….. French Polynesia. Armchair travel in my mind keeps me sane amidst the Corona pandemic.
While visiting French Polynesia, a country comprised of more than one hundred islands located in the South Pacific, I took a tour of one of the islands there, Tahaa. Tahaa is ninety square kilometers (about thirty five square miles) and simply breathtaking. While driving along this island, located on the leeward (western) side of French Polynesia, our guide pulled over to the side of the road to pick a wild fern.
The fern has silvery white powdery spores on its backside.
When you place the backside of the fern against your skin and press for a few seconds, the spores leave an imprint on your skin which resembles a white tattoo. This spore powder doesn’t easily rub off and remained on the my skin for the duration of the day, coming off only when I washed it with soap and water later at my resort.
The thought of a tattoo on my arm did not especially appeal to me, but the thought of a “temporary tattoo” imprint from the spores of this natural plant intrigued me.
For the next stop on our tour, we visited a vanilla plantation. Tahaa is known as “l’île de la vanille” in French, ( “Vanilla Island”), as this island produces about eighty percent of Tahitian vanilla.
Vanilla growing in Tahaa
The vanilla plant is part of the orchid family, and the wet climate and altitude of this part of the world is great for growing this vanilla. La Vallée De La Vanille, an organic vanilla plantation, was an amazing place to visit.
vanilla normally produces flowers in a short season (May and September mostly)
During my visit, I learned that vanilla beans are harvested after each flower is hand pollinated, after about six to nine months. While it is possible to hand grow Vanilla planifolia (vanilla) in other parts of the world, Tahitian vanilla is actually a hybrid of two species (vanilla planifolia and vanilla pompona), which were bred together to create Vanilla tahitensis or Tahitian vanilla. The bees that normally pollinate vanilla were not brought to French Polynesia by the Europeans from Central America, are not on the island, and are nearly extinct. The plants, which contain both male and female parts, are hand pollinated accordingly. The plant is propagated mainly from stem cuttings instead of seeds because they require a certain type of fungus to even germinate.
unripe vanilla pods on the vanilla plant and a “temporary tattoo” on the tour guide
Dried vanilla pods after several months
Vanilla pods are harvested when they are mature, as harvesting them too early before they turn the right color yields a vanilla bean that is not as aromatic or flavorful. Post-harvest, the beans are washed and dried in a series of steps for approximately nine months before going to market.
Marché de Papeete in Tahiti where many things, including Tahitian vanilla, are sold
Tahitian vanilla tastes very different than the usual vanilla we eat here in the Americas, which is usually a Bourbon vanilla or Madagascar vanilla. While Madagascar vanilla taste can be described as “rich and creamy”, Tahitian vanilla can be best described as sweet and floral with a hit of cherry somehow. Many people simply LOVE the flavor of Tahitian vanilla (especially my friend in Belgium), but I find it tastes almost like eating soap some how.
So when the travel bans are lifted, think about visiting French Polynesia. Try something different. Enjoy the local color wherever you end up and keep dreaming. Carpe diem, friends……….
“Yoga Woman” on a dock by the ocean photo, courtesy of Dreamstime.com
Another sleepless night? Tossing and Turning? Thinking about Cornona that may come knocking at your door? Watching the clock as the display changes minute by minute? You are not alone. Many people all over the world are having difficulty settling in at night because they feel so unsettled being cooped up all day. Counting sheep doesn’t really work. Time to relax. Time to unwind. If you haven’t tried yoga, this eight minute routine of yoga stretches (courtesy of Fitness Magazine) right before bed might help you to sleep better tonight.
Does it seem difficult to turn on the television, especially in this Covid-19 days, to find something uplifting to watch? Rather than use this blog today to write about my own thoughts, I am deferring to others, who have gone before me, to spread good news to try to become a bright spot on a dark day.
In the youtube clip below, which is DEFINITELY worth watching, actor John Kraszinski uses his voice to establish what he calls “Some Good News”.
In the website below, good news is given the spotlight:
I seek to find the GOOD news in the world today among the bad. Made that choice.
“Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!”
-Anne Frank
Find some good news. Spread some good news. Be the bright spot on a dark day. Carpe diem, friends………….
Tigger at Crystal Palace restaurant, Walt Disney World
“Too many people go through life complaining about their problems. I’ve always believed that if you took one tenth the energy you put into complaining and applied it to solving the problem, you’d be surprised by how well things can work out.” ― Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture
Randy, a Carnegie Mellon professor who died of the then rare pancreatic cancer in 2008 believed in keeping optimistic, despite one’s harsh reality. He believed in confronting a difficult situation by acknowledging it and controlling our thoughts if we can’t control our situation.
“That is what it is. We can’t change it. We just have to decide how we’ll respond.” ― Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture.
Finally, he believed one needs to ask oneself frequently the following question:
“Are you a Tigger or an Eyore?
-Randy Pausch, “The Last Lecture”
Eyore at Crystal Palace restaurant, Walt Disney World
SO………..ARE you a Tigger or an Eyore when you find yourself thinking about Covid-19 or anything else on your mind? Try to keep a positive mindset while the situation develops and changes everything around you.
Carpe-Diem, friends…………..and look to Tigger (and Randy) for inspiration at this difficult time.
Toilet paper display at the Point WC, a public restroom on the Champs-Elysees in Paris, which also sells luxury bathroom items such as colored toilet paper
“Another way to be prepared is to think negatively. Yes, I’m a great optimist. but, when trying to make a decision, I often think of the worst case scenario. I call it ‘the eaten by wolves factor.’ If I do something, what’s the most terrible thing that could happen? Would I be eaten by wolves? One thing that makes it possible to be an optimist, is if you have a contingency plan for when all hell breaks loose. There are a lot of things I don’t worry about, because I have a plan in place if they do.”
Randy Pausch was an inspirational Carnegie Mellon University professor who died of pancreatic cancer when is was still a very rare disease in 2008. When he found out he had cancer, he decided to write what he considered his “last lecture” of his observations about life and delivered it lecture-style in class in 2007. He was a champion of making every day matter. I am reminded of him today when I hear the panic that is happening about the coronavirus. The best way to handle it, in my opinion, is to acknowledge its seriousness, make a plan, be prepared, and don’t fret the outcome. Rather, spend the time enjoying the moments along the way and keep living, enjoying your life, and having fun as best as you can.
So……..what IS the worst thing that could happen I run out of toilet paper? I don’t think I would be “eaten by wolves”, or any other animal either for that matter, so it will be okay………….and we don’t really need to worry about it, because we “have a plan.” Maybe facial tissues could double for that dreadful day!
In the meantime, I try to see the beauty in every day……..while every day may not be beautiful, there IS beauty in every day, even while we are coping with Corona to come knocking at our door.
Beautiful bathroom stalls in one of the airports in Paris, reminding us to see the beauty in every place every day….
How about getting out of the house today with a touch of whimsy before Corona comes knocking at your door? You can head to your local field or beach to fly a kite while still maintaining appropriate “social distance.” When was the last time you ran with the wind in your hair and a kite in your hand? It IS March, after all…..
“You can have your own set of wings With your feet on the ground You’re a bird in flight With your fist holding tight To the string of your kite Oh, oh, oh! Let’s go fly a kite Up to the highest height! Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring Up through the atmosphere Up where the air is clear Oh, let’s go fly a kite! When you send it flyin’ up there All at once you’re lighter than air You can dance on the breeze Over ‘ouses and trees With your first ‘olding tight To the string of your kite Oh, oh, oh! Let’s go fly a kite Up to the highest height! Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring Up through the atmosphere Up where the air is clear Let’s go fly a kite!”
-“Let’s Go Fly A Kite” song by David Tomlinson from the movie “Mary Poppins”, 1964
Get outside and have some fun today; the sky’s the limit!Carpe diem, friends…………..
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery, “The Little Prince”
Love, friendship, hope, compassion, peace, adventure, confidence, bravery, contentment, curiosity, freedom, kindness, patience, and perseverance all come to my mind.
Carpe Diem with Caye 