INTOXICATION OF HAPPINESS / A JISTÉ ZMĚNY

Ano, jsem to pořád já, jen z jiný sféry mé Říše divů. Tak. Takhle nějak píšu česky. Hehe.

Ahoj magoři,

Koukám na publikum svého blogu a ztjišťuju, že tenhle můj rádoby umělec - počkat.
ne. nevim, jaký slovo použít k popsání tohohle počinu. Každopádně, stejně ho čtou vlastně z devadesáti procent samí Češi.

A tak se omlouvám těm pár desítkám Němců, Britů, Poláků, Italů, Rumunů, Číňanů, Irů, Ukrajinců a hlavně Američanů (páni, to je ale hodně ů), kteří při svém brouzdání po InternetĚ zabloudili i na můj blog. Promiňte. Možná se k mé milované angličtině vrátím. A možná ne.
Ale dneska píšu česky. A je to úžasnej pocit, vážně. Vlastně zjišťuju, že mi to hrozně chybělo. Hehe.

Angličtina je prostě příliš omezujcí/omezená. Má až moc jasně danej řád, slovosled, všechno je tam takové omšelé, bránící jakýkoliv kreativitě. A to magoři jako já dlouho nesnesou. A přitom je to tak primitivní jazyk. To je myslím paradox, přímo tady.

Chápete, co myslím? Asi ne.

Myslím, že se ze mě stává delikvent. Ne, vlastně nemyslím. Myslím, že se ze mě stává někdo, v kom všichni delikventa vidí.

Trochu mě to děsí.

Tak jako mě trochu děsí pojem "láska" a "milovat".

Utápím poslední zastřený střepy svojí minulosti v nekonečnym šálku dobrýho čaje. Musí být dobrý, protože kdyby byl špatný, nedalo by se v něm nic utopit. Přemýšlim, třídim si myšlenky a snažim se přijít na to, jestli budu moct někdy přijít na to, jestli jsem psychicky/fyzicky schopna milovat. Problém s přemýšlením ale je, že čím víc přemýšlím, tím míň všechno chápu.
Vlastně už radši nepřemýšlím. Protože to taky nechápu.

What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. `Explain yourself!'
`I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, `because I'm not myself, you see.'  

- Lewis Carroll, Alice In Wonderland

. . . 

máta a jahody a zelenej čaj

FIG. 1
"Nedělej to," varuje mě, "zničíš se a dobře to víš. Nejsi připravená."
"Co to povídáš. Nemůže se tomu ubránit."
"Jistě že může, jen ji propusť. Stejně je to tvoje vina."
"Jako bys v tom ty byl nevinně. Sám dobře víš, že takové věci se prostě stanou."
"Haló. Já jsem pořád tady" ozvu se dotčeně.
"Jistě, promiň, nechali jsme se unést."
"Hm."
Cítí provinile a spustí: "Zlatíčko, víš, že pro tebe oba chceme jen to nejlepší, abys byla šťastná. A vím, že bez něj bys šťastná nebyla. Ale musíš nám teď něco slíbit."
"Co je to?"
"Slib nám, že jestli mě přece jen jednoho dne zlomí, bude to naposledy, ano?"

Ahjo. Teď bych chtěla mít doma vodnici a hodně pohodlný křeslo. Při své nedávné premiérové návštěve čajovny (fakt se mi tam moc líbilo) jsem totiž zjistila, že s vodnicí je všechno tohle bezcílný přemýšlení o pár dobrejch čajů lehčí.

A já slíbila Srdci, že tohle je naposledy, co budu v životě milovat.

. . .

Noty načmárané na papíře poskakují sem a tam a nakonec splývaj do jedný pořádně prudký řeky. Snažím se aspoň něco pochytit, ale nedokážu se soustředit. Kdo to vůbec vymyslel, že se má hrát podle not. Nebaví mě to. Upřímně, vytáčí mě to.
Chci hrát, co mě napadne, něco vlastního, něco novýho. Jakej smysl má luštit nějaký připitomnělý béčka, tóniny a další termíny. Hudba má přece být o volnosti, ne? Má přece poskytovat útočiště osamělým důšičkám ztraceným ve svém bohatém vnitřním světě. A takové dušičky se nezajímají o tak povrchně realistické věci jako jsou stupnice a jejich předznamenání. Nebo jo?

Já vlastně ani nevím. Nejsem osamělá duše a nežiju ve svym vnitřnim světě. Žiju tady, v tomhle směšnym světě a v tomhle na hlavu postavenym systému. Jsem však zcela určitě z(a)tracená. 

Hehe. 

Vítejte, milí čtenáři, mimo kontext.

18 DAYS IN ITALY no.18

Oh my, how I'm gonna miss Italy. *deep sigh*

10th September

Hullo everyone,

This was the last day here in this charming country. I never truly felt and realized there's this much beautiful little things around me. The typical italian bustle, for example. The smell of coastal air in the night. The morning clouds clinging to the ground underneath the mountains. Traffic laws don't exist...

. . .

We swam in the sea for the last time and ate the last late lunch on the beach. The weather was getting bad and people were gradually leaving. I was thrilled by the colours of the sky on the horizon. The marine blue colour of the sea contrasted with menacing dark grey almost invisibly lit up by soft pale pink.
The view was of course blurred. It was clearly already raining in that distance. Soon we were the only ones left and had the beach and the sea just for ourselves.
We didn't manage to enjoy the deserted seaside properly though, because soon it started raining there too.

If I had my way we'd stay there and dance in the rising rainstorm until we're compleatly soaked.

. . .

In the evening we went to visit featured family friends and relatives. They were very very nice to me and my brother and gave us few lovely gifts.

Then we went to the centro commerciale again and bought gifts for our siblings. I also bought this lovely Beatles t-shirt! Isn't it totally awesome?!

I helped my brother with choosing his new clothes. I picked nice checked blue&orange shirt and white t-shirt. I tried to dress him at least a little like Kurt Cobain. I'm satisfied. He looks cool as possible now.

The last thing I git is this elegant light pink top.

I'm very happy and sad at once now. I don't wanna leave.

Anna

18 DAYS IN ITALY no.17

We're going to one of the best pizzerias in the whole Italy today! My brother's been talking about it for years. I can't wait to taste the ciocori pizza.

9th September

Hullo guys,
This is the last but one day when we can lounge on the beach. We're depart on Thursday.
We're gonna have to get up early on Thursday so we can't go to sleep late on Wednesday. And we want to end this trip properly. That's why we decided to go to Don Franchino's today.

. . .

We decided (at the very last minute) we wanna see the sunrise over the sea. We packed our beach bags very quickly and set off. Aaaaand we actually made it. At least the morning colours. Look.

. . .

and that is an old photo please, it looks even better now!

Oh my, that was even better then I imagined.
The restaurant itself was so beutiful! The interior was totally brethtaking. I'm too lazy to describe it and yes, I wouldn't be able to explain it properly. I forgot to take a pic of this part so I googled this photo. Have a quick look for yourself.

Isn't it unique? 

I love this design in restaurants, it's so cozy. Now they have famous italian quotes written on the ceiling.

Oh, and the pizzas. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

pizza fossa

Don Franchino is famous not only because he lavishes on his pizzas and therefore has the highest quality ingredients, but also because of his unique flavors which he invents himself. You definitely won't find classic margherita or hawaii here. 

For example, pizza Fossa is a pizza bianca (white pizza) with peals, fossa cheese and honey. 

They also make rad pizzas. I, for instance, loved the pizza with fresh green figs and hazelnuts and of course, tamatoes, basil and mozzarella (don't remember the name).

. . .

. . .

You can't imagine how many different combinations and flavors this pizza genius makes. It's unbelieveable, really. Genius.

Go taste it.

I'm outta words.

Anna.

pizza ciocori, with white and milk chocolate and ricota
this one. was. the. best.

18 DAYS IN ITALY no.16

We keep downloading new amazing films. And I got burned in the sun. And we took some beautiful photos.

8th September

Hullo guys,
Another beatiful sunny day here in Italy. Another lazing by the sea. Oh, how lazy I got here!
Today we're watching Stealing Beauty, starring Liv Tyler, from genius italian director Bertolucci. I'm told Bertolucci really played with the languages - italian, french, american english, irish. My cousin is making me a list of the best movies she'd seen so far.

. . .

Today was a lovely weather so I put on my white dress, cool sunglasses and flower crown. My cousin was blown up by this "fairy" outfit and so it happend she took a lotta photos. Some of them are actually really cool. They have something to be said, I think.

See for yourself.

I don't really know what to write about today.

Anna

18 DAYS IN ITALY no.15

The trip is slowly coming to an end and I'm starting to realize I'm sorta afraid (should I say scared?) of coming back home.  

7th September

Hullo everyone,
I've been thinking. Coming back to the usual daily life that awaits in Czech Republic means not only that I'm gonna have to live in that same old stereotype, but also that I'm gonna have to take certain responsibilities again.
And I don't want to. I fell in love with this freeminded life style. I don't wanna take any responsibilities.
That might be connected to the fact I don't ever wanna grow up. Because all this growing up thing is so not fair.

And by the way, that's literally what my cousin told me few days ago (she's an adult).

"Adulthood sucks."

©weheartit

. . .

Okay but I'm supposed to talk about my Italy trip here,
The weather finally made it up today so we spent practically the whole day on the beach. There were few people today but we certainly expected more because it was Sunday.
Well, the water was great. Everything was great. I lied on the sand and read a book. Or I sat on the pier of rocks and listened to the waves breaking on the rocks, droplets of salt water wetting my skin.

I kinda got inspired by the movie August Rush. It's about a boy who's a music genius and hears music everywhere. In the whispering of the trees, in the bustle of the city, in the burbling of the streams... it's charming.
And it has a very beatiful soundtrack.

. . .

Talking about films, we watched Good Will Hunting in the evening. We made something like a habit out of it, hehe. My cousin wanted us to see her favourite Robin Williams movies. Especially me.
I'm ashamed to say I haven't seen many films starring this great man (may he rest in peace).

I'm already starting to adore him.

See you soon,

Anna

18 DAYS IN ITALY no.14

I don't know how I'm gonna survive the year without italian ice cream. And pizza. And the seascape.

6th September

Hullo guys,
Why, today was a lovely day. We saw the markets here in Teramo and I bought cute gifts for my friends. My cousin even bought me a beatiful black evening dress just for € 8. I've got € 17 from the budget she gave me left!
It was cloudy here but the sun shone brightly in Giulianova. We couldn't swim, the cold wind was blowing too strongly. We went for a nice walk by the sea and we saw a lotta beatiful things. For example the Salinello river outfall.

But first we had an ice cream. My cousin took us to her favourite gelateria in town - Marechiaro. And it was

one of the best ice creams
I've ever
had.
If you'd ever drive through Giulianova, be sure to stop there and have an ice cream in Marechiaro (or in Dolce Vita).

I won't be able to survive without italian ice cream.

We passed through an old camp where my aunt and my cousins used to stay for summer. They had nice full grown fig trees with juicy green figs. You probably know about our (my and my cousin's) fig obession by now. Well, and so it happend we got ourselves a healty snack.
Oh and I succesfully stole one sweet-smelling fresh lemon from someone's garden.

We also saw this beautiful piece of art on the way. The texts says

There is no safer way to escape the world than art. Yet there is no more confident bond with the world than art.

- J.W. Goethe

Amazing.

i think it was a full moon today

We stopped for pizza on the way back. My cousin wanted to show us her brother's fave pizzeria Mato Mato. They make their own specific pizza dough so their pizza tastes differently than in basic pizzerias. Oh my, I miss italian pizzas already.

I keep thinking about all that work I'll have to catch up. Especially the biology. This whole year is gonna be about stones and minerals.
Boooooooooooooo

Kill me.

Your 

         Anna

18 DAYS IN ITALY no.13

The sun is back. I'm sort of looking forward to going back to school and seeing all my friends but I sort of wanna stay here and never come back. Is that selfish?

5th September

Hullo guys,
My cousin arrived today. And as if the sun would wanna please her it swung onto the sky and finally scattered the clouds.
It was nice and weird at the same time to wake up in the light of the sun.

I learned how to make italian lasagne. It's surprisingly easy. I could write you some of the recipes I learned if you're interested. Let me know in the comments.

. . . 

We took advantage of the so-so weather and went to the beach as soon as my cousin arrived. It was totally deserted! It seems like Italians don't go to the beach unless it's 40°C. Fools.
It was beatiful. Not that usual beatiful bur real beautiful.
The wind was blowing strongly and the salt in the air was very distinct. Grey was mingled with pale pink, light blue was desperately trying to break through the horizon. Rainy mist covered the distant view. Thousands of shells lounged on the beach. Nobody has yet come to pick them up.
And those gulls! They were everywhere.

It was certainly one of the most stunning landscapes I've had the pleasure to see. And it was definitely the most beautiful seascape I've seen. Though I'd love to see the sea (haha, a pun, how funny) in the early morning.

. . .

In the evening we watched Dead Poets Society with Robin Williams. Yes, that's why I didn't post this yesterday.

That film is
I can't even put in into words.
It's really
..
lifechanging.

Yes, that's the word. Does it even exist? If not, it's been discovered right now, in this moment, just for this film, 'cause it can't be discribed with any other word.
It's an 80s film about a literature teacher (Robin Williams) and his students. It's about life, love, self-expression, and of course poetry. It's not one of those wannabe encouraging films, this one is taking it far differently. It's playing with every character and everyone can identify with a certain character from the film. I guess that's one of the main reasons why it is so lifechanging.
You realize things.
Maybe you even decide to do something differently by now.
And this is the decision that may truly change your life.

I'm sorry. My word capacity is not capacious enough to express how excellent this film is.

Carpe diem.