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A Small Kind of Bliss on a Starry Night

Taking it easy on the weekends here, translated…

Back then, when I found this house, one of the primary reasons why I loved it was because it had a lanai that separated us from the rest of the world, looking out from there, there was the green mountains and hilltops, and when the weather’s clear in the evenings, I can also gaze up and see those stars too.  And, with two old wooden chairs, a small wooden table, that, was our own little corner on the weekends.

On the weekends, we’d steeped up a kettle of hot tea, or crack open a bottle of red wine, with the books we picked up last week, not yet finished, accompanied by the shiny stars and the moonlight too.  This sort of quiet environment became our special kind of healing from the world.  And, we’d often get caught up in small chit chat as well, and, our laughter and words of conversation became the best kind of background music.

We’d laughed and call this balcony as the place where a famous poet had died, and, after awhile, we’d started asking one another, “Same place on Friday evening again?”

Ever since we’d found the place where a famous poet died, we are no longer as rejecting to blue Mondays as we used to be.  During this time of peace and quiet, and of recharging, all of our hardship had found a way to be alleviated, and, it’d allowed us to get more energetic too, so we can face whatever comes our ways during the week.

And so, you need a place to “recharge” on the weekends, and, because you live in the cities, you must improvise, and you had, and that, is making great adjustments, and this, is what we, modern day people often needs.

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Flown Off on a Paper Airplane

I didn’t expect this journey at all, honest!!! But one day, a paper airplane came to the airport, and, I acted on my impulses, I’d boarded that plane, and, I had, flown off on a paper airplane…

Flown off on a paper airplane, but, the paper airplane is made up of such fragile material (hello, it’s made of paper you MORON, no offense!!!). Flown off on a paper airplane, it was, NOT, what I’d expected my life would take me, but, I’d boarded that “plane”…

Flown off on a paper airplane, and allowed my imagination to SOAR, and, my imagination took me to higher heights I’d ever been, it took me to beyond the other side of the rainbow, and I’d captured that Leprechaun, and he’d shared me with his pot of gold, that kind sir!!! Flown off on a paper airplane, and it was a wonderful journey too, but, as we all know, all good things, AND bad, must come, to an end, and so, I’d gotten off, of that flight…

Ever since that day I’d flown off on a paper airplane, after I’d come back, nothing was the same (kinda like how Rip Van Winkle after he’d woke up???), and, all things that used to be familiar, wasn’t anymore, and, nobody recognized me, and that, was when I glared into the mirror, and found, a strange looking guy, staring right back at me……hey, STOP mocking me, stop doing everything I’m doing, what the @#$%!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Most Beautiful Scenery in Taiwan is People

This, is what this place is known for, the kindness of strangers, translated…

One day, my son was at the shopping strip in the MRT stations, and he saw six white-haired foreigners, with maps in their hands, seemingly lost, charading, he thought, that they were lost, and went up to them, and asked if they needed any assistance.

Turns out, that they were three pairs of elderly couples over the age of sixty, who were on self-help trip here, they had wanted to take the trains to Keelung, but they’d wandered lost in the web like underground shopping strips, without being able to find the entrance to the stations.

My son took them pass the crowds, and, as he led them to the gates, he’d realized, that they hadn’t bought their tickets yet, and he’d suggested to them, that he could go with one to buy the tickets, and then, meet up with the other five members. After they’d gotten the tickets, my son accompanied them for the trains to arrive, and told them where they can find cheap and good foods in Keelung, then, he’d waved goodbye to them. And my son told them, that anybody in his place would help them out, and the elderly woman called him an “angel”, and he felt undeserving of her praises.

And, just so happened, my American good friend, Sue’s parents wanted to come to Taiwan to travel, they’d spent half their trip with the tour group, and half their trip with us. Even though, Sue’s parents are both over sixty, but they’re both very able-bodied and healthy, and they’d hoped to experience life the way that the locals would.

A few days later, they’d arrived, and started on their journey. After they’d finished with the group tour, they’d started on the trip I’d mapped out for them. One day, my relatives held an offering, and asked me to be there, and I’d asked them if they wanted to come and experience the events? And asked them if they minded dining with a group of strangers, they’d said yes and would hope to get to participate this event that happen once every decade. And when they’d learned, that every house would set up tables to treat the guests who come, and hired a group of performers to perform, and this had left a deep impression on them.

Before they left Taiwan, I’d taken them to the noodle shop I’d taken them to, to have some noodle soup and small dishes too. When I went to pay, Sue’s father saw I’d paid the shop $1,000N.T., he was shocked at how pricy the meal had cost. I explained, that this shop has the meals program for those who couldn’t pay, and that whenever I’d dined here, I’d always made donations.

After they’d learned about this, they’d given about $800 N.T. that they had, along with one hundred American dollars to the shop owner, and gave the owner a thumbs up.

After they’d finished their journeys, in the lobby of the airport, Sue’s mom hugged me, thanked me for the accompaniment, and allowed them to experience the compassion that the Taiwanese locals had.

And so, this, is how someone who’d hosted someone else in her native country, and, because the couple had never been here, and, the way that people interacted here is quite different compared to the people in their country, that, is why they’d have this great experience.

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Traveling with My Mother

Finally, we’d found the time, to SPEND, with OUR families here, translated…

In the past, because of my work, I’d always spent my New Year’s holidays working away, I couldn’t spend enough time with the family, and this year, in a hard-to-come by opportunity, I’d dropped everything, and returned back to school again, and so, I’d arranged for my mother and I to travel to Japan together, to have a new New Year’s experience there.

Actually, I knew, that this journey would prove to be a huge challenge for both me and her, because I knew how alike we both are, how we are both hard asses, it’s just that we’re NOT around one another usually, we’d gotten along fine. But this time, we will be spending a total of FIVE days together, and, before I left for the trip, it was easy, for me to worry about not being able to get along with her, due to the nitty-gritty things we may encounter.

Two days before our departure, I’d gotten a call from my travel agent, she’d said, “It’s amazing that you can still travel abroad with your mother!”, I’d recalled how she’d told me about her mother’s hospitalization, I’d asked her about it. “My mother had died”. But, she’d been sick for over a year, and we are all prepared, we’re fine! It’s just that we now regret, not spending enough time with her, to take her out traveling, so, for you, you MUST treasure the days, that your mother is still healthy, and take the advantage of the time given, take her out more often.” Her words had flipped my mindset over, and I’d carried this brand new attitude on taking my mother abroad.

And, my much-expected trip to Japan had begun, in this “cherished” state of mind. And, we’d NOT just rode through the sites, instead, every photograph became more meaningful than ever, and I had taken even MORE photos of my mother, so I can have it as a memorabilia.

Several nights, before bedtime, my mother, seemed to be able to relax even more, she’d started telling me about the days of her youth, told me about the goings on of when I was little too, those, are the days, that my mother wouldn’t talk to me about. And that, was when I’d realized, that the mother in my memories, she’d had it hard, and so, that, was why she didn’t want to recall. But thankfully, with us children, growing up, my mother was finally able to lessen her burdens, and started, living for herself.

After the five-day trip was over, it’s unexpected, that we didn’t get into anything too serious, I believe, that it’s due to the changes in my state of mind, plus I’d used a heart of softness to interact with my mother, and my mother would respect me too, and we’d gotten along real well.

After this trip, we’re both planning our next travel together again, to restart, once more.

And so, on this journey, the child got to understand the mother more, and, she’d learned W-H-Y her mother was the way she was, and, she’d gained an understanding, which made her able to get along better with her mother, and this change still started, with the child, and NOT the parent…

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Hoping that My Son Will Return Soon

Translated…

Around the Lunar New Year, my son went to Sri Lanka on a trip alone, since the moment he got on the plane, I’d worried, nonstop, but gladly, he’d told me, that he would update on Facebook, to keep me posted, IF internet is available, and he will buy the mobile internet cards too, he’d posted photographs on Facebook, write a short paragraph or two, to keep me updated on his travels. And so, every day, checking his movement online became a must-do for me.

And now, my youngest son works as an international volunteer in Gueizhou, and, as I’d googled the temperatures locally, it showed from three to zero, and, even though they’re working as an entire group, I’d still worry, that he may NOT have enough clothes.

But, in the conditions of NO online services, NO connections, and NO contacts, I can only tell myself, give the child a new experience in life, and, everything he goes through will be a lesson learned. I’d kept my desires to call up his group to inquire, just kept my missing him to myself, hoping, that the day of his return will come soon.

So, you’d let go, even though, you’re still worried, but you KNWE, that they’d have to STRUCK out on their own, and so, you’d forced yourself, to STOP worrying, because your kids are OLD enough…

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You Can Tell Your Friends

Translated…

I don’t want your money, I just want you to feel safe and comfortable, so you can tell your people about my country.

This line, was from a handwritten note, it was written in barely legible handwriting, and you can tell, that the writer wrote it in a hurry too.  And still, in the hurriedness, you can see the heart, that’s NOT to be dismissed.  This note was from my travels in Banda Aceh, from a stranger’s hand, I’d placed it inside my wallet, kept it with me.  And because it’s been folded, opened, refolded, reopened, it’s become kind of worn out, but every time I’d opened it, I’d still feel the same warmth.

There are no other reasons for me to fly to Banda Aceh but because there’s a sale for this cheap airline company, and, I just picked out Banda Aceh because it sounded the best.  There was barely ANY information on the place, there are NO news of transportation, or of any public services about the place!  But, I was willing to take on it, I’ll figure something out when I get there, and so, we took along our lack of knowledge of the place, and I’d gone on the trip.

There this beautiful blue sky of Banda Aceh, and pure seas too, barely any tourists; the locals are kind, with smiles on their faces, but they don’t speak fluent English.  When I’d tried to communicate with the Satay stand owner via charades, I was trying to figure out which skewer had which kind of meats, he’d only smiled at me, dumbfounded.  I was just about to put up my white flag when a slim and tall young man standing close by opened up, he’d introduced, with fluent English, the different kinds of meat, and asked us where we were from, and why we’d come here.

“There’s barely any tourists here, most who traveled here are for business, I’m really shocked, to see you guys!”, afterwards, he’d given us some sightseeing places, and helped paid for our food.

We thanked him nonstop, carried our bag of food, and was ready to head back to the hotel.

A few minutes later, he’d caught up with us.

“English is not a widely used language here, if you have any troubles, you can call me up!”, he’d handed me a note, and waved his arms, and left.

Other than a phone number, there was that moving line.  I felt a surge of emotions, and became speechless.  Not only because this kindness shown to a stranger, but for his love toward his country.

Toward his hometown, he was humble, yet proud, humble that he didn’t want anything, proudly showed the world, the goodness of the place.

I’d carried the note with me, to remind me that I should help those who travel to Taiwan, to lend them a helping hand when they need, hoping that they’re all safe, comfortable, then, tell their friends about the goodness of my home country, I want nothing, just the world to know, the BEST things about Taiwan.

And so, this cycle of kindness still rolled, because this woman was shown a bit of kindness by a stranger, and the stranger wanted nothing in return, that touched her, and so, she wanted to pass this knowledge of love of her own nation on, so the world will know about it.

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Learning How to Vacation, by: T. Brady

Found in The New York Times that came with the papers today…

The summer vacation season in the United States is under way and many are planning to go…nowhere.

The Travel Channel tries to inspire people to get off their couches, featuring shows like “Extreme Water Parks,” which takes the audiences to the world’s highest and steepest water slide in Fortaleza, Brazil, and “Trip Flip,” where those already on vacation are upgraded to the swankiest hotels and dine at the best restaurants.

But Neil Genzlinger writes in The Times that producers of these shows fail to understand the American sensibility.

“There’s nothing mainstream Americans like better than listening to, and hanging out with people exactly like themselves,” Mr. Genzlinger wrote. “That means we don’t want shows about exotic adventures; what we want is a Staycation Channel.”

These days many Americans are happy to have a job and fear time away from the office may become permanent if the boss notices they aren’t really missed.  Even President Obama whose job security is an open question, is forgoing…

And so, basically, our “vacation” these days involve staying OUT from the office, and staying AT home, and becoming C-O-U-C-H potatoes, and, before we know it, OMG, there’s that HUGE (because it WILL get larger???) BUTT imprint, or rather, the couch had “settled” to the shape of our asses, getting larger, that we have troubles getting back up to get ourselves that icy, cold beer from the fridge, and that, would be how the MAJORITY Americans stay at home during the holidays seasons, after all, you cannot afford to travel by air, the gas prices on the rise, remember, and, driving, well, that’s gonna cost another bundle, and so, in order to SAVE the M-O-N-E-Y for future, we must stay at home, and knit and crochet ourselves those booties, which will save UP on a LOT of money during the X’mas seasons, because we will be giving all of that O-U-T to our loved ones, right???  W-R-O-N-G, go take a vacation, and, for once in your lives, don’t nickel and dime it all, just ENJOY your days off already???

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