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Toronto, Ontario, Canada
A wandering spirit, a nomadic heart. I go where the wind takes me. With no place to call home, everywhere I go is home. Concrete and soil. Land and sea. Home is where the heart is. Right here in my chest.

Thursday, May 17, 2012


So it's been a wee bit since I wrote something here. Guess I am not really much of a blogger! But when your running around Ireland like a chicken with your head cut off, it can be hard to find a moment or even the words to put together into something that is more then random nonsense.

My last update left me still in the calm waters of rural Tuscany, where life was simple and quiet. Life has changed rather drastically since arriving in Ireland, to say the least!

I arrived in Dublin, by plane, in the late evening on April 8th. And I did what any one should do upon arriving in Dublin. I went down to Temple Bar to find myself a fresh pint of Guinness.

After wondering around for about 20 minutes, trying to decided on what over crowded pub to choose, I finally stumble upon just the right pub. But I walk in, only to walk out again, deciding it is too crowed. Then something catches my eye. A young, bright eyed Irishman. Dressed in black, with a cigarette in hand, his attire told me that he worked there. The chemistry was instant. And before I knew it I was finishing my last pint of Guinness at 6 am and not going back to the hostel I was checked into. Welcome to Ireland!

That was followed by a whirlwind romance, two less then pleasant WWOOF host farm stays, then fleeing to Belfast with  a bad case of home sickness which lead me to start looking into flights back home, only to get a job the next day with a catering company in Dublin. I'm looking at a room in apartment tomorrow. Guess you won my heart after all Dublin! I am ready to see else what you have in store for me...

Saturday, March 24, 2012

It's a great, big world out there.

For the first time since I arrived in Europe, I found myself caught in a moment of loneliness. Sitting at a table surround by young Italian couples, speaking to me in English but to each other in Italian, it really made me wish I understood the language. It also made me miss, for a brief moment, Toronto. Or perhaps just made me long to be in a land of English speakers (See you in five weeks Ireland!).  I really am excited about the farm in Piedmont though, getting to work with bees, doing yoga and meditative dance, working with children and eating a strict vegetarian diet.

I am so bloody proud of myself for being able to pick up and just go, anywhere in the world, all on my own. I love my fierce independence and content with my lone wolf nature. But there are moments, naturally, when I really do wish there was someone I could be sharing some of these adventures with. You're out there somewhere, I know. Come a little closer now, darling.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Backyard History: Ancient Catacombs

In the backyard of I Moricci, located in a small village in Tuscany, you will find a little piece of history. Ancient Catacombs. I have learned that these are not that unusual to stumble upon in a backyard in Tuscany...

In I go! Dun, dun, duuuun...

Small child-size caskets go here.

Please place lager adult-size caskets here.

A sleeping bat. There were three bats in there today. Two alive...and one dead. Rest in peace lil' bat.
Another catacomb. Unsafe for entry due to fallen stones.
These catacombs were once full, but the caskets and there bodies have since been removed.