Looking at this architect’s houses, I’m reminded of the waste of talent that some architects possess. A talent for spaces and light and creating places that is so underrated that only here and there do we get to enjoy their creations. Mostly, we come across the grotesque – the ego home built on the hill that enters his neighborhood, the buildings that are infilling the beautiful stone homes on the coast, the unthoughtful dot our…
The terrain of Croatia, Slovenia, Hungary is familiar because it looks like California – newly formed in geological terms – the mountain tops are jagged, the valleys are lush, the foilage is strong and fragrant – rosemary, sage and pine. The boys have a lot looking at Valhalla – looks like Sheep Dung – dreams are of a second home – sounds like ages of dreams – the food is Mediterranean – taste like forever.…
A day’s drive to Slovenia and the spa where first we enter the steam bath in the green room for vitality, then a plunge into the cold pool, then the red room for dry heat and fertility, then a cold plunge, then lavendar room for love- in and out – there is a luxury to the spa that isn’t posh, it’s a state of mind – the writings on the wall say ENJOY YOUR LIFE…
Took a walk down Vaci and to Gerbeaud to buy some cakes to take back to Zagreb – and stopped in a record store to get the new Coldplay CD – Viva La Vida – and the store, the clerk reminding me so much of High Fidelity. Yesterday, I had gone by and a cute, hip boy was working and I didn’t have enough forint to pay and said I’d be back this morning on…
Tonight Croatia goes up against Turkey and in Budapest the streets are lined with large plasma screens and sports yells as young and old are glued to the action. Who to vote for? Of course, Croatia but we love Turkey too.
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions – here in Budapest with no clothes, no make-up, no notebook, none of what I prepped, I’m having to improvise. When I walk up to potential sources I have to act like I’m not wearing the same tee shirt I flew 20 hours in, wearing no make up and that my hair hasn’t been styled with a drugstore brush. I tried buying new clothes…
At 4AM Mom called to say Bam Bam returned! She’s going to pull his ear since he was such a bad boy.
Before I left New Orleans, I stumbled accidentally across a website about a young man who was visiting Eastern Europe and said in his blog – don’t bother. According to him, as east as you needed to go was East Berlin because after that it was nothing but gloom and doom from the weather to the attitudes. I had a little prep from T who told me what to expect – directness and not so…