Monday, March 23, 2009

Ukraine


Going to Ukraine was truly an amazing experience. It was so interesting to see a nation trying to move and grow. Kiev was a cool city, but Crimea was the most beautiful place. The mountains literally dropped off into the sea and the air was crisp and cool.
Of all of the things that I liked about Ukraine, was the warmth of the people who lived there. Our 1st tour guide, Anastacia showed us the cutest group of seniors dancing on Sunday night in the subway station. They were so sweet!
When we got to Yalta, the cook in the hotel was so concerned that we hadn't eaten enough breakfast. Igor, our tour guide, brought me flowers on my birthday. We went to dinner at a Georgian restaurant and the staff was so sweet to us, so much so, that when we returned on Thursday night and they were closing - coats on and ready to go, they opened their doors and cooked a whole meal for us. The extreme warmth of these people is over whelming and amazing, and a sad commentary on the lack of this in Western Culture

Thursday, March 5, 2009

For Eunice

And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing....
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong
Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on...Stay safe tonight
You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
Walk on, walk on
What you've got they can't deny it
Can't sell it, can't buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Home, hard to know what it is if you've never had one
Home, I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is
I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress up
All that you scheme.

~U2
Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi