26 de setembro de 2016
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I used to believe my fix address was in Brazil, independent of anything. Perhaps because I have my love ones all over there.
The world that used to scare me and confuse now feels like home pretty much whenever that I go. I don’t know precisely when it changed but now I find enjoyment of don’t belong to anywhere or anyone. Go place to place the most interesting things that happens to me is the number of people that I have met in my way, which challenge me. I am falling in love with things that demand the best and brave part of myself. I feel so blessed, I feel so lucky … and relief to realize that god belongs to everyone.

 

Eu costumava acreditar que o meu endereço fixo era o  Brasil, independente de qualquer coisa. Talvez porque eu tenha minha familia e pessoas queridas por lá.
O mundo que costumava me assustar e me confundir, agora faz como me sinta em casa, praticamente onde quer que eu vá. Eu não sei exatamente quando tudo isso  mudou, mas agora eu sinto prazer por nao  pertencer a  lugar nenhum.  Ir de lugar para outro  eh uma das coisas mais interessantes que ja aconteceu comigo .  O  número de pessoas que cruzaram o meu caminho nessas andancas me desafiam. Estou apaixonada por todas as coisas que exigem o meu melhor e parte mais corajosa de mim. Eu me sinto tão abençoada, eu me sinto tão sortuda … e alíviada ao  perceber que Deus pertence a todos nos.

 

postado por
Deborah Coimbra
26 de setembro de 2016

She’s the one with the messy unkempt hair colored by the sun. Her skin is now far from fair like it once was. Not even sun kissed. It’s burnt with multiple tan lines, wounds and bites here and there. But for every flaw on her skin, she has an interesting story to tell.

Don’t date a girl who travels. She is hard to please. The usual dinner-movie date at the mall will suck the life out of her. Her soul craves for new experiences and adventures. She will be unimpressed with your new car and your expensive watch. She would rather climb a rock or jump out of an airplane than hear you brag about it.

Don’t date a girl who travels because she will bug you to book a flight every time there’s an airline seat sale. She wont party at Republiq. And she will never pay over $100 for Avicii because she knows that one weekend of clubbing is equivalent to one week somewhere far more exciting.

Chances are, she can’t hold a steady job. Or she’s probably daydreaming about quitting. She doesn’t want to keep working her ass off for someone else’s dream. She has her own and is working towards it. She is a freelancer. She makes money from designing, writing, photography or something that requires creativity and imagination. Don’t waste her time complaining about your boring job.

Don’t date a girl who travels. She might have wasted her college degree and switched careers entirely. She is now a dive instructor or a yoga teacher. She’s not sure when the next paycheck is coming. But she doesn’t work like a robot all day, she goes out and takes what life has to offer and challenges you to do the same.

Don’t date a girl who travels for she has chosen a life of uncertainty. She doesn’t have a plan or a permanent address. She goes with the flow and follows her heart. She dances to the beat of her own drum. She doesn’t wear a watch. Her days are ruled by the sun and the moon. When the waves are calling, life stops and she will be oblivious to everything else for a moment. But she has learned that the most important thing in life isn’t surfing.

Don’t date a girl who travels as she tends to speak her mind. She will never try to impress your parents or friends. She knows respect, but isn’t afraid to hold a debate about global issues or social responsibility.

She will never need you. She knows how to pitch a tent and screw her own fins without your help. She cooks well and doesn’t need you to pay for her meals. She is too independent and wont care whether you travel with her or not. She will forget to check in with you when she arrives at her destination. She’s busy living in the present. She talks to strangers. She will meet many interesting, like-minded people from around the world who share her passion and dreams. She will be bored with you.

So never date a girl who travels unless you can keep up with her. And if you unintentionally fall in love with one, don’t you dare keep her. Let her go.

postado por
Deborah Coimbra
26 de setembro de 2016

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Alila Villas Soori

 

Bali Eco Cycling

 

  • Cafe Wayan & Bakery: we went there for breakfast but is also a restaurant. Very nice and famous, recommend it!

Monkey Forest Rd., Ubud, Bali 80571, Indonesia alamindahbali.com

 

IMAN Intuitive Bodywork & Spa

Sri Wedari Street
No 63X Ubud, Bali
Indonesia

0812 3600 9610

http:/www.imanbodywork.com/

postado por
Fabiana Sociale
26 de setembro de 2016

I know the blog is nothing to do with weddings, but I could not contain myself in sharing one of my best friends big day and maybe inspiring some people. I felt so delighted to witness this moment so magic as her bridesmaid, as her friend, as her big fa, especially when everything is done beautifully.

Andressa was beyond stunning with her romantic dress. Nothing fulfilled me more than her smile and her happiness stamped at her face.

The sweet ceremony, the view of the ocean, every charming details and a majestic sunset. It was definitely a dream day, a dream that I dreamed woken.

 

Eu sei que o blog nao tem nada ver com casamentos, mas nao consegui resistir em divider o grande dia da minha melhor amiga e quem sabe ate mesmo inspirar algumas pessoas.

Eu me senti tao encantada por testemunhar esse momento tao magico, como sua madrinha, sua amiga e sua grande fa, principalmente quando tudo eh feito tao lindamente e com muito carinho.

A Dessa estava alem de deslubrante, com seu vestido romantico. Nada me preencheu mais que sua felicidade e seu sorriso estampado em seu rosto.

A doce cerimonia, a vista para o mar, cada detalhe charmoso e o por do sol majestoso. Isso sem duvida foi um sonho, um sonho do qual sonhei acordada.

 

Photos by Rafael Vaz.

postado por
Deborah Coimbra
26 de setembro de 2016
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Muita gente diz que adora viajar, mas depois que volta só recorda das coisas que deram errado. Sendo viajar um convite ao imprevisto, lógico que algumas coisas darão errado, faz parte do pacote. Desde coisas ingratas, como a perda de uma conexão ou ter a mala extraviada, até xaropices menos relevantes, como ficar na última fila da plateia do musical ou um garçom mal-humorado não entender o seu pedido. Ainda assim, abra bem os olhos e veja onde você está: em Fernando de Noronha, em Paris, em Honolulu, em Mykonos. Poderia ser pior, não poderia?

Outro dia uma amiga que já deu a volta ao mundo uma dezena de vezes comentou que lamentava ver alguns viajantes tão blasés diante de situações que costumam maravilhar a todos. São os que fazem um safári na Namíbia e estão mais preocupados com os mosquitos do que em admirar a paisagem, ou que estão à beira do mar numa praia da Tailândia e não se conformam de ter esquecido no hotel a nécessaire com os medicamentos, ou que não saboreiam um prato espetacular porque estão ocupados calculando quanto terão que deixar de gorjeta.

Não saboreiam nada, aliás. Estão diante das geleiras da Patagônia e não refletem sobre a imponência da natureza, estão sentados num café em Milão e não percebem a elegância dos transeuntes, entram numa gôndola em Veneza e passam o trajeto brigando contra a máquina fotográfica que emperrou, visitam Ouro Preto e não se emocionam com o tesouro da arquitetura barroca – mas se queixam das ladeiras, claro.

Vão à Provence e torcem o nariz para o cheiro dos queijos, olham para o céu estrelado do Atacama sofrendo com o excesso de silêncio, vão para Trancoso e reclamam de não ter onde usar salto alto, vão para a India sem informação alguma e aí estranham o gosto esquisito daquele hamburger: ué, não é carne de vaca, bem? Aliás, viajar sem estar minimamente informado sobre o destino escolhido é bem parecido com não ir.

Estão assistindo a um show de música no Central Park, mas não tiram o olho do Ipad. Vão ao Rio, mas têm medo de ir à Lapa. Estão em Buenos Aires, mas nem pensar em prestigiar o tango – “programa de velho!” São os que olham tudo de cima, julgando, depreciando, como se o fato de se entregar ao local visitado fosse uma espécie de servilismo – típico daqueles que têm vergonha de serem turistas.

É muito bacana passar um longo tempo numa cidade estrangeira e adquirir hábitos comuns aos nativos para se sentir mais próximo da cultura local, mas quem pode fazer essas imersões com frequência? Na maior parte das vezes, somos turistas mesmo: estamos com um pé lá e outro cá. Então, estando lá, que nos rendamos ao inesperado, ao sublime, ao belo. Nada adianta levar o corpo pra passear se a alma não sai de casa.

 

Many people say they love traveling, but after they are back just remember the things that went wrong. As an invitation to travel to the unexpected, of course some things will get wrong, is part of the package. Since ungrateful things, like losing a connection or have the missing bag, little things even less relevant, how to stay in the back row of the musical audience or a grumpy waiter that have not understood your request. Still, open your eyes and see where you are: in Fernando de Noronha, in Paris, in Honolulu, Mykonos. Could be worse, could not it?

 

The other day a friend who has traveled around the world a dozen times said he was sorry to see some travelers so blasé in situations that often marvel at all. They are what makes a safari in Namibia and are more concerned about mosquitoes than admire the scenery, or are on the verge of the sea on a beach in Thailand and do not conform to have forgotten in the hotel toilet bag with medicines, or not enjoying a spectacular dish because they are busy calculating how much will have to leave the tip.

 

Not enjoying anything, by the way. They are on the glaciers of Patagonia and do not reflect on the magnificence of nature, are sitting in a cafe in Milan and do not realize the elegance of passers-by, enter a gondola in Venice and spend the trip fighting against camera that stuck, visit Ouro Preto and not moved by the treasury of baroque architecture – but complain about the slopes, of course.

 

Go to Provence and turn up their nose to the smell of cheese, look for the star of the Atacama’s sky suffering from excess silence, go to Trancoso and complain of having no where to wear high heels, they go to India without any information and then are surprised the weird like that hamburger: is not beef, right? Incidentally, travel without being minimally informed about the chosen destination is very similar to not go.

 

They are watching a music show in Central Park, but do not draw the eye Ipad. They go to Rio, but are afraid to go to Lapa. Are in Buenos Aires, but even think of honoring the tango – “old program!” They are looking at everything from above, judging, belittling, as if the fact of surrendering to the site visited was a kind of servility – typical of those who ashamed of being tourists.

 

It is very nice to spend a long time in a foreign city and acquire habits common to natives to feel closer to the local culture, but who can do these immersions often? In most cases, we are even tourists: we are with one foot there and one here. So, being there, we surrender to the unexpected, the sublime, the beauty. It does not help get the body for a walk if the soul does not leave home.

 

 

 

 

postado por
Deborah Coimbra
24 de setembro de 2016

Destination TAUPO

From Auckland airport we decided to rent a car and drive to Taupo (North island) taking our own pace,enjoying nz landscape without time to get anywhere. I guess it is the way to go when you have the chance of land a country with a unique beauty.

majestic mountains and scenic roads, surrounded with tall pine trees plantation, greener grass moving with the wind. Sheeps e vacas. Everything scenario took my breath way.

My list of must do in Taupo

new Zealand is definitely the most beautiful nature place i have ever laid my eyes on.

breath taking

Daily flights from auckland to taupo are available. (45 min)

postado por
Deborah Coimbra
24 de setembro de 2016

There is always reason to keep travelling, a chance to redefine ourselves, take a break of our routine and open our mind for a different culture.

I can not complain at all how much God has been very generous with me, giving me so many chances of finding out more about this world and i do hope i can gather much more.

Is with so much love i share here my experiences and what i see. Perhaps to awakening people the curiosity to explore more in them own unique experience and view. if we do create more need to people travel and more they see, maybe we all start to comprehend we are only one.

 

 

postado por
Deborah Coimbra