Monday, July 6, 2009

Musing on the Mediterranean Sea


Give me the Mediterranean Sea and my eyes are in heaven. All the way up the steep hill to the view point I am finding pieces of myself, here in Sidi Bou Said.

I pick a bougainvillea flower and tuck it behind my ear, remembering the bougainvillea gang of old. All the cool kids in the neighbourhood used to meet secretly underneath my mom’s giant bougainvillea tree. We were about 10 years old. Good times.

If that little girl could see me now she would be so proud. I am living our dream of travelling the world and writing about it. I own a few pieces of designer clothing. And I live in a minimalist, oriental style apartment just as I always imagined. Well, I would have loved to own the apartment but there’s always time for that. God willing.

In the bigger picture of my life everything is perfect. I should be dancing down the biggest mall in the world. Only, I’m not – because I keep going home to a place that reflects nothing of who I am and what I believe in. Yet Dubai is the base that makes it possible for me to lounge here in Sidi Bou Said having sweet mint tea with almonds floating in it and feeling completely at one with the sea and the sky and the characteristic doors that mirror their colour.

It all seemed to be a lot more profound with love in the mix. Yet now that I am single again the world seems to make a little less sense. Relationships are part of the adventure I guess. As long as I keep moving, staying true to myself and being brave enough to dream through the tough times I believe my life will be ok.

As my plane takes off the sky slowly turns pink in between the day and the night and casts that lovely lingering light. It’s my favourite time – the in-between part where it’s not day or night. It’s nothing really, but somehow it’s full of promise.

Change is a challenge and an opportunity. Whatever tomorrow brings, I know that there is always Sidi Bou Said and not only do I have bottles of jasmine, musk and amber to transport me there but I have etched off all the hopeful blues in the corners of my mind.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

good to hear you're staying positive. this sentence says it at all: It’s my favourite time – the in-between part where it’s not day or night. It’s nothing really, but somehow it’s full of promise.