Posts tagged adventure

The Work On My Book

A few years ago, I got an idea for a book about middle-aged women who consistently work with passion. In Ireland’s humid and changeable climate, I met many self-satisfied women, and they made me love my graying hair. I made interviews to find out how they keep fire in their hearts and shape into action. However, when I wrote seven chapters, I locked them in a file for four years. Not because I didn’t want to continue with this idea, but simply because I didn’t organize my time to work on the book.

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Beaches of Connemara on a stormy day

There’s no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing

Alfred Wainwright

The force of the wind on the Beaufort scale is nine, a little tree knocked over on some balcony in Galway. I prepare sandwiches and pour coffee into tourist mugs. We put on hoodies, jackets, hats, I take gloves, even it is May. Dauntless sneakers are ready for the adventure. The songs by Polish band T.Love sound in the car, so memories mix with the N59 road, and beige hills with newborn sheep hug their mums on the fields. Long before Clifden, we turn right to the Connemara National Park. The direction is three beautiful beaches.

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“The dig” – facts and myths

Do you know that Archaeology brought me to Ireland? Ten years ago, I was working on the excavations, when the rain dripped down on my back. Recently The dig I have seen on Netflix, refreshed my thrill of explorer and push me to discover more about Basil Brown with other characters in this curious archaeological story. I dived into British sources and found interesting information on the British Museum blog. Also I discovered a great blog by the local historian from Ipswich Caleb Howgego. Step by step I had verified the facts and myths, but the true answer came at the end in the excavation report, published in 1940 in the Journal of Antiquity.

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Discovering Lisbon

I went to Lisbon impressed by Wim Wenders’ film Lisbon Story. The blue-yellow city situated on the hills and the red Ponte 25 de Abril bridge over the Tagus river appeared from the plane’s window exactly like in the movie.

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What have I on my head?

Nature is silvering my strands of hair

it looks like a morning river

sometimes like a willow bark

or dancing grass on a cliff

The consent to grey hair is a step in getting along with yourself – I read in “Vogue” and kissed the silver strands that have been snowing in my curls for several years.

I think, the first grey hair is difficult to accept, because it is associated with old age, and seems far from the promoted canon of beauty. I had a period where I was thinking I would be forever young. So, when I saw my debut grey hair a few years ago, I started to cut it out, because it was to early have them – I have supposed.

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