Recently I was informed I’m not a lover of sunsets. This was news to my ears. I don’t remember being asked if I was a fan or not. It’s strange when people make assumptions about you but I suppose we all do it. I hadn’t intended on making this blog personal but that’s really what blogs are about at the end of the day. People write about things they love and are passionate about. Now seems like a better time than never to rant a bit about this subject, the sun and all its glory, and hopefully tie it in as best as possible with travel (and food of course).
I’ve been very fortunate to have travelled a lot, especially in the past three years. To travel the world with someone you love and experience new cultures is one of the most amazing feelings. Looking back over holiday photos I realised a couple of things that have drawn me to places – colour and surprisingly enough food. When I googled sunsets this phrase came up which I found touching – I wonder why when you say goodbye beautiful colours paint the sky. Shades of orange, yellow and pink too all come out because of you.
A sunset to me has to be pretty spectacular for my bottom jaw to drop. Colour is essential, like the sky is on fire and it stops you in your tracks. It creates a mood that can make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. That is how I felt in the photo above. Two of us sandwiched between strangers all drawn together by music,content under the same pink sky.
This is the first time in my life (so far) I’ve appreciated rainy weather in the UK. Looking out the office window at constant rain for what feels like forever has been quite satisfying (now I really do sound like Ebenezer Scrooge). Today feels more tranquil yet rocky at the same time, a bit like the photo below. A good balance between the sky and the sea is needed. Sometimes it’s so beautiful to have a clear divide between the two, other times it’s magical not being able to identify where one begins and the other ends.
Morocco has been one of my favourite places to visit and hope to return to one day. Life and colour is everywhere. Two tourists wandering the streets, getting lost and discovering hidden treasures. We ate well and watched the buzzing Jemma El Fna square drinking many pots of sweet mint tea. Marrakech to me is a very romantic city filled with culture.
Paris of course is the city of love. Staying in Montmartre we were fortunate to look down on the city covered in bright lights, the Eiffel Tower appeared to be the size of a thimble in the distance. This view was one of the highlights of the trip.
Scotland hit me hard. The landscape here is breath taking and so moody. None of my photos do it justice. Climbing Ben Nevis was a real sense of achievement as we reached the top surrounded by clouds feeling like we’d made it to space. I’ll soon be going down rather than up though and exploring the underworld. At the moment scuba diving in a pool is as far as I’ve got but hopefully by July will be capable (touch wood) of swimming with these colourful guys.
Although not so sure about these fellas below. It’s a very different experience seeing them in Boston’s aquarium then having one float past your nose.I should start wrapping up now before this turns into an essay. London has been the hardest place for me to feel content. It took a year and a half to settle in trying to get used to the hustle and bustle, the craziness of it all. You can struggle to find the beauty in your surroundings until you find someone (or someone finds you). Suddenly colour engulfs you. The city’s landscapes are beautiful and from certain view points striking. London’s bridges are some of the best places to take it all in. Do a 360 degree turn and you realise wow this is where I live.
One of these mouth-watering creations landed on my desk at the start of this week, Rainbow Cake. It was a smack in the face. So much vibrant colour contrasting with so much rain outside. It gave me a little bit of hope ( and a lot of sugar) to think that eventually this rain will stop and an optical phenomenan will appear against the dark moody sky.