Sorry I've been MIA, I've been taking care of my new life. Which means that I was getting sun, sea, yummy food and wine.
I moved to NYC 2755 days ago, in which I've:
In a way that is mysterious to me, I somehow grew up to be a perfectionist. Not so much towards others, and not always towards jobs or projects I've had, but always in relationship to myself.
I love my job as a Pilates teacher, one of the many reasons being that the equipment becomes your personal grown-up playground.
I went to Crete. Yes, again!
It’s gotten warmer there, which means much more swimming for this mermaid in transparent water, paired with (as always) great food, wine and company.
It's been a while since I've written, but a lot has happened! Most importantly, I am now 30. Which means I am a grown up. I can't even write this with a straight face, but I can pretend, right?
and slightly is definitely an understatement. I went to Crete. Again. For the third time in the past five months. Little reminder is that I first went in September for vacation with my mother. Except it ended up being more than a vacation, and changed my life. The little island (which is actually not so little) flipped everything over, and keeps calling me back. And how can I not follow my heart? So I keep going back.
Hello darlings! I am on the plane right now with four seats to myself like a princess, and feeling inspired to write a little something for y'all. I am an amazing daughter, because I am flying to see my mom on her birthday on Prague, and SHE HAS NO IDEA! This, however, is not what this post is about. It is about how to fulfill your desires of wanderlust without feeling like crap!
Quick Fire about me in life and Pilates
As many of you know, in September I fell in love with Crete. I was sure to make this fact known, and mentioned it pretty much every day. What some of you don’t know, is that I also fell in love with some local fantastic olive oil. I brought 4 liters with me to NYC, and have since been using it on practically everything. My consumption of olive oil has quadrupled, and when I had about half a liter left, I started to panic. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?? Going back to generic, store-bought olive oil no longer seemed like an option, as I now became a spoiled little brat.
So I packed my suitcase, and ventured over to Crete again.