Monday, 28 October 2013

Quick Catch Up

Sorry to leave you hanging!  I'm back in Toronto now and have been busy preparing for some shows I've got coming up - tomorrow night (29th Oct) at The Local and Sunday night (3rd Nov) at The Rivoli.  If you're in Toronto come on down and join in the fun.  The night will begin at 9pm with Ron Leary and I will be on from 10-12.  I will be accompanied by Asher Ettinger on keyboards and Amelia Ettinger on backing vocals.  I'm pretty excited about this combo - we've been having lots of fun in the rehearsals and its all sounding pretty sweet :)

I will be in touch soon to tell you all about Vancouver and have some other exciting news to share with you.  Bare with me, I'll return to my blogger duties a week from now!

Xx

Thursday, 3 October 2013

Long Story Short

Apologies for not keeping you updated while I was on the train, but the internet access was pretty shocking.  Here's the long story short...

After a lot of last minute cramming, I finally managed to get a stack of cover songs together...

I was pretty nervous about the long journey...

Mainly because of my tendency towards motion sickness...

But with a little help from my friends, I managed to survive...

At first, I was a bit disturbed by the cramped living quarters on the train...

The complimentary chocolate helped to ease the pain...

But actually, once I figured out how to set up my bed...


It proved to be quite cosy...

I had plenty of time to relax...


And to reflect on things... :)


The views were incredible...
 

We had a brief stop over in Winnipeg which weirdly reminded my of Paris...?


I performed in the dome ceiling section of the old Union station for the passengers waiting to board the train...the acoustics were amazing!

All of my shows were well received. I managed to get everyone singing along.  There were a few really special moments, like having everyone sing in the chorus to Joni Mitchell's 'Circle Game' - it was so beautiful, it gave me goose bumps...

Speaking of which, one passenger lives in the same town as Joni Mitchell and promised to try her best to deliver this to her...

I met so many kind and interesting people...
 
I even drank whiskey with the Golden Girls...



I stuck especially close to anyone willing to buy me wine :)...This is Norm - He was my favorite, I got teary when I said goodbye to this one...


This has been one of the most memorable musical adventures I've had so far...and its not over yet...


I'm in Vancouver now and I'm looking forward to seeing where the next part of this road will take me...



xx



Saturday, 28 September 2013

It's that time again.....

Brace yourselves friends... We're about to go on another adventure...I'm catching the train to Vancouver tonight! ..... Join me for the ride... More soon xx

Tuesday, 3 September 2013

The Stone is Rolling

I've got a some shows booked :)...for details go to the SHOWS page of this blog.
 
I'm looking forward to my Toronto - Vancouver train trip.  Less than a month to go now.  As usual, haven't been as disciplined as I should be, so the repertoire is still falling short of being complete. 
 
I've got a lot of work to do between now and the 28th! Just like me to leave everything until the last minute!
 
Hope everything is good for all of you out there.

xx

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

The Adventure Continues...

Since returning to Toronto I've been trying my best to maintain my travelers spirit and stay open to anything, especially when it comes to music.

It seems to be paying off so far...
 
At the end of September I've been accepted to perform on the train from Toronto to Vancouver, return.  This is a program open to artists who are Canadian citizens, so, lucky for me, I was born here so even though I have a thick Aussie twang when I speak, I still get to be considered.
 
It's such a great idea to provide entertainment for the passengers, something the Australian rail system should consider for sure.  I personally love catching the train  and meeting new people, so the fact I can play music for them as well is just an added bonus.  The only thing I'm a little worried about is that I have a tendency towards motion sickness and usually have to take medication that completely stones me, so I'm not sure how I will go singing under those circumstances!
 
I think the trip takes 4 days.  It's going to be quite intense because I have to play 3 x 45 minute sets a day and they expect your performance to be different every time.  This means I have A LOT of work to do over the next couple of months.  For the first time in my life I am spending time learning cover songs -  I don't have enough original material to cover that amount of playing time, especially if I take out all of the sad depressing love songs :)
 
So this is a great challenge for me, but it's not easy for my brain.  Reading tab, learning the names of chords (I taught my self to play by ear and never learnt the names of chords!) watching youtube guitar tutorials, trying to remember other peoples lyrics - this is all new to me and it's hard! I'm using muscles in my brain that have been lying dormant for a very long time.  But I feel like this experience is helping me to become a  better musician, so it's all good.
 
So far, I've been getting back to my roots and trying to learn songs by artists who first inspired me to start writing - Joni Mitchell, Simon and Garfunkel, James Taylor, Carol King, Nick Drake, Rickie Lee Jones... But I'm planning to mix it up with all sorts of stuff, so if anyone has any suggestions, feel free to send them my way :)
 
Ok I better go and get back to rehearsing,  time is slipping away!
 
xx

Wednesday, 17 July 2013

Endings and New Beginnings

Apologies for the delay!  The day after I arrived back to Toronto my computer fried and died, so I haven't been able to write a conclusion about my adventure, and I know some of you are waiting for one.

The trip back home was pretty intense.  Thanks to a lack of funds, I wasn't able to spend time in Paris, but I had to go back there just to catch my flight.  I took the 9hour overnight bus from London to Paris, got there at about 6:30 in the morning, had a few hours to kill and so decided to go to Montmartre one last time. 
 
It was cold and raining, but still romantic and charming...there was barely a soul around, but when I got to the top of the steps of the Sacre Coeur, there in the rain, was someone playing a beautifully haunting tune on a piano that had been painted silver...only in Paris! It was a nice last memory before making the loooooong journey home.

After killing some time in a café, and sipping on a very expensive coffee, (5.50 Euros!) I caught a train to the airport, stood in the check -in line for about 3 hours, and then, believe it or not, had to go back to London via plane, wait a few more hours at Heathrow airport and then take another flight to Toronto.  God knows how once upon a time I survived the flight from Perth to Montreal, this last trip felt like forever - I couldn't wait to get off the plane.

Flying into Toronto was the strangest feeling.  I wasn't sure if it felt like home.  And arriving at my house and entering my bedroom was just so surreal. I'm not going to lie, I cried like a baby...a little bit from sadness, because my traveling adventure had come to an end, but mostly because it really hit me what an amazing time I had and how lucky I had been.  When I left my room 2 months earlier, I was so frightened, I had no idea what the journey ahead would be and didn't know what to expect...what I experienced was better than anything I could have imagined, more beautiful than a dream.  The amazing places that I saw, all of the kind and generous people that I crossed paths with, I felt so grateful it brought me to tears. 

For the first week back I kept a pretty low profile.  I wanted to be alone and try to process what I had experienced with the help of my guitar and keyboard.  The plan was to capture all of my feelings in song before I got back to reality and the experience started to fade away ( its so crazy how it fast it does fade away and starts to feel like a vague dream! )  So far I have about 7 different songs in the making, the hardest part is committing to them until they are completed, but I'm going to try.

I've caught up with quite a few friends now and have started handing out resumes, in a reluctant attempt to find a part time job in a bar or a restaurant.  I realise that Toronto is not such a bad place to be, there's still a lot for me to discover in this city. 
 
But the truth is I don't want my adventure to end! I want my life to be one ongoing adventure, and so I'm going to be trying my best to maintain my traveller spirit and be open to anything, especially when it comes to music and performing. 

I feel I learnt so much from this experience.  Facing my fear to travel alone with out any real plan, I believe, has made me a much stronger  person.  I feel more courageous.   My mind has been opened to a whole new world of possibilities. 
 
Something I've learnt along the way, is that there seems to be a beautiful law of nature that exists whereby, if you find the courage to face your fears, somehow life will reward you in an astounding way...my whole journey was proof of that...
 
So my friends, it's not over yet.  My adventure in Europe may have come to an end, but really this is just the start of a new adventure... the legacy of "Next Plane to Paris" lives on...

I am going to keep using this blog to keep you posted with any developments that I have with my music.  So if you're interested to hear the latest, check in from time to time :)
 
Much Love to you all.
 
Natasha xx






Tuesday, 25 June 2013

My Berlin Wall

So Ive been in Berlin for a about a week now but I have to say I´m feeling a little relieved that I´m leaving for London today.  Its been an interesting experience, but not the most fun.

I had one wonderful day where I caught up with an old friend from Perth, Prita Grealy, a fellow singersongwriter.  We had a great time catching up on the last 8 years of our lives and sharing stories about our musical journeys so far.  Prita is based in Berlin now and tours constantly around Europe.  Shes a beautiful, strong character and a total inspiration...thanks Prita :)

I also had a fun and random experience the other day.  I started chatting to a guy on the street who had a guitar, And then ended up going to his gig with him.  He didnt know much about it but it turned out to be an anti-nazi community event.  The people there had occupied a building in an area that is known to have a lot of facists - that was their attempt to spread a more peacful message.  They were an interesting bunch of people, most of them were dressed in black and looked like punks, and it seemed like they were all vegans (it was a vegan BBQ).

The guy I met was another lovely and inspiring musician.  He travels the world playing his music - mostly acoustic ballads that sometimes have a hard edge helped by a distortion pedal.  He likes the idea of creating something beautiful and then messing with it.  Interesting approach...

He disappeared for a few minutes and when he came back, told me I was playing a set after him!  So I played 30 minutes of my soft, mellow, romantic tunes...whilst gazing out to a bunch of hard edged Germans...I don´t think my songs resonated with them at all but it was a great experience.

Aside from that I havent had much luck meeting people that I connect with, so I have spent most of the time walking around alone.  As most of you know, I like talking, and being around people, so all this time spent in my own head hasnt been much fun.

To make matters worse, I witnessed the scene of a terrible accident yesterday where a cyclist was killed.  It was shocking and traumatised me for the whole day.  It was on the corner of the street where I was staying, so I  passed the scene several times throughout the day on my way to and from places.  Later in the day I went to a yoga class to try to clear my mind, and on my way back I saw that the family of the cyclist had left a photo and lit some candles.  I bought some roses and left them there...it was a beautiful young girl, only 28...so sad.  


Sorry that this blog entry is a little heavy, but I´ve promised to be honest with you about the highs and lows of my adventure, so no point in pretending things are great all the time.  I have still been so blessed with all of the wonderful experinces Ive had so far...and its not over yet :)

Ive got about one week to go, before Im due back in Canada, and today I leave for London.  Im going to be staying with a cousin from Australia which Im pretty damn excited about and I also have an option of staying at a house boat on the River Themes...so things are looking up :)

To all my friends and family, dont worry, all is still good and I am happy...I love you all and I hope you are keeping safe and well.  Take care everyone.

xx



Thursday, 20 June 2013

First Impressions

So now that I am landlocked and theres not an ocean  in sight, the weather has decided to warm up at a rapid rate.  It was scorching hot in Berlin today!  I felt like I finally crossed the line from being an Australian to a Canadian because I wasnt coping with the heat at all.  I walked around the whole day, exploring the city, but had to keep stopping for little breaks in the shade and at one exhausted point I fell asleep in a park.  Shame on me...

I have found some interesting areas in this town, but it hasnt won my heart just yet.  Paris and Rome are tough acts to follow, but I will give it a chance, just because so many people have told me that this is the coolest city in Europe, especially if youre a musician. 

I have to admit, Im a bit of a sucker for old architecture, so the modern and square appearance of Berlin is not very appealing to me.  Its so strange to think that most of the historical buildings that once filled this city have been destroyed by war.  And even stranger to think that it wasnt so long ago.  Im not going to lie, at times I  been left with a sad, eerie feeling, after looking at the citys monuments and being reminded of the history that has taken place here.  It makes me shudder to think of all the insane cruelty that was orchestrated from this centre...Lest We Forget...

On a more positive note, it is true that this city is full of all sorts of interesting people.  Ive seen lots of tattoos, and piercings, crazy hairdoos and cutting edge fashion. Today, I even saw a guy wearing tight shiny leather silver pants.  Sooo impressive on a hot and sweaty summers day!  It kind of makes me realise how uncool I am in comparision - I´ve been wearing the same daggy clothes for quite some time now, have no tattoos, didnt get my ears pearced until recently, and have been sporting the same hair style since kindergarten...hey "kindergarten"... thats got to be a German word right?  And I thought I didnt speak a word of German! Ha :)

Oh and for anyone planning to travel here, its true that Germans are extremely efficient, so dont go thinking that you can beat the system and stupidly hop on to public transport without buying a ticket.  You`ll be caught within seconds by guards diguised in plain clothes and before you know it youll be giving them your passport and telling them your real address before you have a chance to realise that you could have just lied and even if you try your best to plead innocent and pretend that you just didnt understand how the machine worked, they wont believe you and they will hand you a 4O Euro fine and you will find yourself cursing and muttering under your breath for the rest of the way home which will take over an hour by foot because theres no F-----g way you will buy a ticket after that and give them another cent of your hard earned money.......

Well, so Ive been told..... I would never try such a crazy stunt :)




Monday, 17 June 2013

Bound For Berlin

I'm currently killing time at the airport, waiting for the next plane to Berlin.  This destination doesn't have much to do with my song, but my budget is so tight now, that I have to go where the free accommodation takes me.  And the family of my brothers girlfriend have kindly offered me a place to stay.  

My original plan was to try to make it to Spain and Amsterdam; because they are the places that I mention in the outro of 'Next Plane To Paris' but unless I somehow manage to make some cash in Berlin, its not likely that I will make it.  

Before I left Nice this morning I decided to spend my last couple of hours lying in the sun on the Eze beach; my guess is that it will be the last time I will see a beach for a very long time.  

This time I went prepared and left one of my 'Next Plane to Paris' postcards in Bonos letterbox :) 

I doub't he will get it, but stranger things have happened :)

Ok better go, think its time to board the plane.

Next time I talk to you, I'll be in the land of beer and pretzels.

xx

Sunday, 16 June 2013

My Search for Bono

I heard through the grapevine that Bono lives in a small town called Eze not far from where I am staying in Nice.  So yesterday I decided to go and check it out.  Sadly I didn't see him, but I did hang out on his private beach, in front of his house, all day.  Thanks Bono, I have you to thank for my tan :)
xx

Friday, 14 June 2013

Backtracking

Something I forgot to tell you last time I was in Nice was that I visited some amazing old towns in the surrounding areas.  One of them was called St Paul de Vence.  It was a medieval fort town that has now been transformed into a bustling tourist attraction full of art galleries and boutiques carrying locally made goods.  This has to be one of the most charming places I have seen so far, and I found myself wondering "How will I ever be content living in Canada or Australia when I now know that places like this exist in the world?"  Whilst pondering such things, a woman walking just behind me started speaking to her friend and i realised she was Australian.  I was just about to turn around and make contact with her, as I didn't expect to find another Aussie in a tiny french town in the middle of nowhere.  But as soon as I turned around I realised it was Naomi Watts! (one of Australias most fmous actresses).  Can you believe that I, Miss motor mouth, who talks to anyone and everyone, suddenly got struck with shyness and I didn't even say hello!!  I'm kicking myself now, but something tells me she was enjoying being anonymous hanging out with her kids, free from public attention.  But Goddam it would have made a great story if I had the guts to do it :)


Decisions, Decisions...

After an exhausting 10 hour train ride I finally made it back to Nice.  I left most of my luggage here so I had no choice but to return.  I'm definitely not complaining, now that the sun is out, this is a great place to be.

Before leaving Florence, I was happy to dicover that it's after dark, that the real magic happens in that city.  I decided early on in my travels, after one scary night it Paris, that I shouldn't go out at night alone, but Florence is so full of tourists that it felt safe.  I'm so glad I took the risk... it was so beautiful, there were musicians  busking everywhere, all of that stunning architecture lit up against the night sky, it was so much more impressive than during the day. 

I sat for dinner in a charming restaurant next to the Duomo, my favourite building.  The waiter there, Leonardo, was very chatty and friendly and he introduced me to another girl sitting alone.  We ended up joining tables, and it turned out she was a very talented classical pianist from Russia.  She was only in her early 20s but she was brilliant.  She showed me one of her concerts on Youtube where she was playing Rachmaninov, her favourite composer.  

We shared our stories and our love for music and both agreed that it has brought so much to our lives and that we couldn't imagine a life without it.  Her story so far seems to be unfolding like a fairytale and she was about to move to Texas to study under a master Pianist there.  She was so excited about this opportunity.  

It makes me so happy to hear about peoples dreams coming true.  It gives me hope for my own dreams, although, I don't think I've ever worked as hard as she does, she practices for 8 hours most days.  I guess the saying is true "Good luck comes to those who work hard"...I think I've been pretty lazy so far, but I have to say, this travelling experience is making me feel more determined and more focussed.  I'm actully looking forward to getting back to Toronto to work on new songs and to play more shows.

My last night in Florence ended at a at cool bar called BeBop where there was a live band playing Beatles tunes.  Leonardo the waiter came with me.  The band was great, they were dressed up as the Beatles and they sounded just like them.  The bar was packed and was quite noisy and rowdy so I found myself imagining that this was what it must have been like for the Beatles when they first started out, and i was pretending like it was the 60s and I was hearing them for the first time. Sounded so good, no wonder they got so famous :)

So now I'm in Nice, trying to figure out my next move, but it's not easy, I don't have much money left and I somehow have to make it last until the 3rd July, that's the day that my flight returns to Toronto.  I'm going to go and hang out at the beach and see if the answers come to me :)  

(The beaches here by the way are made of rocks, not sand, which at first was a novelty, but I dicovered yesterday,  in reality it's very uncomfortable and quite painful if you want to lie down Best to stay completely still so you dont get hurt! )

xx

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

A Date With The Renaissance


I left Rome yesterday as a total convert - I went from hating to loving the iconic Italian city and I feel like I barely even scratched the surface.  My couch surfing host really helped to make it a wonderful experience.  He took me to a live show,  we hung out in bars in the ancient narrow streets, sat in piazzas next to beautiful water fountains, ate pizza and pasta and drank lots of wine.  We played guitar, he taught me some tricks for fingerpicking technique, we sang Beatles songs and he introduced me to the world of Jimmy Hendrix. 

We also did a guided tour on one of the oldest roads built in Rome, where the ruins of old churches, tombs and public baths are scattered.  The highlight of my stay was when he took me for a ride on his motorbike around the historic part of the city late at night.  The streets were empty, not a tourist in site - it was the most beautiful way to see the famous ancient monuments, they were silhouettes against the moonlit sky. 

Sadly, thanks to the pressure of time and lack of money I had to keep moving and I am writing to you now from the picturesque town of Florence.  This beautiful city is quite dense and compact, theres a lot to see  but its all within walking distance.  It definitly fits the more sterotypical, romantic idea that I had of Italy.  Rome was quite a surprise to me because a lot of the time I felt I could have been in Africa or in an Arab country, but here in Florence, Italian culture dominates the streets.   

For one thing there is a strong smell of leather in the air and youd be lucky to find a street that didnt have a shop selling brightly coloured leather bags, shoes and jackets.  There are a lot of outdoor and indoor markets, fruit and vegetable stands, flower shops,  italian cafes and restaurant, icecream shops, icecream shops and more icecream shops...believe it or not ive manged to resist the temptation of gelato so far, but i may cave in before the night ends.

Shortly after I arrived yesterday I found the coolest music store full of old instruments, recording equipment, books, records, nick nacks, posters and more.  It turned out the guy who owned it used to be a recording engineer and had a studio back in the day. 

As soon as he found out I was a musician he set up a guitar and microphone for me and got me to play him a few songs, he cranked it up so load a few people walking past stopped to listen.  It was a fun way to start the day.  I also found out there is a bar not too far from my hostel that has live music so Im planning to check it out tonight.  Apparently Tuesday night is Beatles night...their music seems to be following me where ever I go...

Aside from wandering the streets I managed to check out the Uffizi gallery and saw the famous paintings by Boticelli. As usual, i have a problem when it comes to paying attention to detail, and so it wasnt until I reached the exit that I realised I had missed the 2nd floor of the gallery and didnt see the works of Leonardo Da Vinci and Michelangelo...Of course somehow I manged to lose my ticket somewhere along the way and they wouldnt let me back in.  It was a typical scattered brained event for me...things like this are happening to me all the time...Its expensive to be me!

PS sorry for missing apostrophes, i cant find the button on this keyboard

xx









Saturday, 8 June 2013

Beach Sand Salad

Now that I am over my shocking return to civilization, my feet are back on the ground and I'm starting to discover the charming side of Rome.  I've realised, as soon as you wander off the beaten track (the less commercialised,  less touristic one) there is a lot of beauty to be found in this city.   The  streets are surprisingly quiet and peaceful and there's a sense of nostalgia in the air.   The link to the past is so blatant; there are remnants of ancient architecture everywhere.    And a lot of the older generation Italians look like they've been plucked straight out of an historic movie.  Little old ladies sweeping the streets, wearing floral patterned aprons and scarves tied around their heads, the old men sitting on streetside benches, draped over their walking sticks, watching the world go by.

I decided to couch surf in this city to save a bit of money, and was very lucky to be accepted by a lovely guy named Elio.  He is a musician and loves all things Japanese so we have lots in common :) He has already shown me some of his local hangouts and tonight we are going to see a friend of his play in a bar in one of the most popular areas in the city.  So I feel really lucky to be having this experience and to be getting a brief glimpse into the life of a local.  The tourist attractions are impressive but this somehow seems like a more real and worthwhile way to dicover Rome.  

Yesterday I met up with the friend of a friend of a friend.  His name was Antos and he's a DJ.  He invited me to go with him to a gig he was playing at a beach just outside of the city (about an hour from where I am staying).  It was surprisingly beautiful! The beach stretched on for miles, there were restaurants scattered all along the edge of the shore.  It actually reminded me a bit of Bali, the way they serve people on tables and blankets on the sand.

Antos was very kind and generous.  As soon as we arrived he bought me dinner and wine.  I managed to make a fool of myself, like never before, within seconds of the meal arriving.  There was a little bowl on the table, that I assumed was full of pepper so I proceeded to grab a big pinch of it and sprinkled it all over my salad.  Much to my embarrassement, Anton brought it to my attention that it was actually a bowl of sand for cigarette butts!!   I couldn't stop laughing, but in the confusion of it all, I then managed to knock my glass of wine over and it spilt all over his basket of bread.  What a great first impression I must have made!  I still ate the salad, it was pretty crunchy, but quite nice :)

After dinner I went for a long walk along the shore, it was so beautiful, it brought me back to the days when I used  to walk along Cottesloe beach in Perth, Western Australia.  I spent the remainder of the day sitting on a blanket, drinking wine and watching the sun go down,  whilst listening to the chilled out tunes being orchestrated by Antos.   He threw a Beth Orton song in there just for me...it was the perfect way to waste a day :)

xx

PS Dear Family, Please stop worrying about me, I am having the trip of a life time here, I am safe and happy and meeting beautiful people where ever I go, you can relax! Love you xx 

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Culture Shock!

I wasn't mentally prepared for my day in Rome today.  As the train pulled away from Assisi this morning, I felt like I was slowly waking up from a strange, but beautiful dream.   I was actually feeling excited about getting back to the 'real' world but Rome proved to be a shock to my soul! 

I went from peace & love and feeling connected to the Earth and Universe, to a busy, noisy metropolis, where traffic was congested and sirens were piercing the sky; the streets were packed with people, a lot of them seemed angry, and it felt like everyone was trying to sell me something or trick me into spending more money than I was planning to;  there were signs warning against pick pockets and beggars on every street corner;  Everything seemed so superficial. I felt like I was in that scene from the Matrix where the main character is finally realizing that the world he was living in was just an illusion. 

I spent the last 2 weeks connecting with my soul and feeling like my identity wasn't tied to my body, but today I was given a rude reminder of how in the 'real' world, identifying with the body and dressing it up, is TOP priority...Every where I turned  there was advertising for shoes and clothes , underwear and cosmetics.  Faces were packed with makeup, breasts were bulging out of tight dresses, fake tans were glowing behind popstar sunglasses... 

I really didn't feel like I belonged in the 'real' world today.  I was missing the mountains and the soul mates that I left behind. I even found myself being drawn to churches just for a few moments of peace and silence.  Not like me at all! 


Even so, I did manage to catch some of the famous historic sites.  In fact, I spent most of the day just walking around the ancient part of the city.  I have to admit I wasn't really expecting the ruins to be in such 'ruin'... It looked a bit like a war zone, but I guess it's understandable considering most things are over 2000 years old...my brain just can't quite comprehend that time frame...


I didn't want to pay to get into anything so I saw most things from the outside, but I was pretty proud of myself for sneaking into the Colosseum for free.  One of the exit gates was open with no one around so I just confidently walked through it as though I was meant to be there.  I felt so proud that I beat the system and saved myself 12 Euros.  I suppose I will get a few years bad Karma for that one, but it was totally worth it :)


Tuesday, 4 June 2013

All Roads Lead To Rome

Sorry for the silence.   I've been in Assisi for the past 12 days now, but this morning I am leaving for Rome.  I feel its time to get back on the road, and keep following my song.

It has been an amazing experience living in this community and I'm so grateful that I was somehow led to this place.  I've connected with so many beautiful people and there's a couple in particular that I'm really sad to leave behind.  I could easily stay for longer, but adventure calls!

I have to say, for the first time in my life, spirituality has been presented to me in a way that really resonates with the logical, rational part of my brain and I feel there has been a huge shift in my thinking.  I hope to keep exploring the ideas and practices that I have been introduced to here. I was happy to dicover that George Harrison was in pursuit of a similar path :)

And so, thanks to the Ananda Village, i return to my journey now, with greater strength, more confidence and a deeper trust in the notion that "anything is possible!"...

Alora Roma! Here I come!

xx

Tuesday, 28 May 2013

All You Need Is Love

It's been a pretty interesting week so far.  I've been reading, walking, going to meditation classes, attending workshops on the chakra system, practicing yoga, doing a couple of hours of work everyday in the kitchen and chatting to new and interesting people all the time.  

I still feel like this is a good place for me to be right now, so it's likely that I will stay for another week.  This seems like a great opportunity for me to press the reset button, on my body, mind and soul, which have felt out of balance for quite some time now.

Despite the endless supply of amazing meals and deserts, I've decided that I should do a detox and stay away from all gluten, sugar, dairy and caffeine once again.  My digestive system definitely needs a break after the last few weeks of baguettes, meat, cheese, chocolate, croissants, ciabatta, nutella, gelato and red wine.  I loved every second of it, but my sensitive stomach is now suffereing the consequences.

I love the fact that there is a lot of music and singing here, but I'm discovering that all of the chants dont suit my voice - the key is way outside of my range (too high).  I don't think it's allowed, but ive been singing harmonies instead. 

Someone asked me to play a song in the kitchen yesterday.  I felt a bit nervous about it because I had already been told by one of the teachers that only devotional music is allowed.  Even so, all in attendance burst into applause when I had finished. One of them actually whispered "such a nice change from the chants".  I can imagine hearing the same music week after week would drive you mad after a while.

I've noticed there seems to be a bit of a stuggle between the older and younger generations.  I think the young people feel they should be allowed to be more adventourous with the music and maybe even write thier own songs.  Whereas the older generation feel that everyone should only sing the music written by the man who set up the community (his name escapes me for the moment).  Even a place as peaceful as this is not free of politics.

Strangely enough the songs that I find myself quietly chanting since arriving are all Beatles hits :) Can't get more pure than "all you need is love"...

I have to admit, there is definitely something special about living amongst a community of people who are all striving towards the same goal of peace and happiness, and also aspiring to find a deeper meaning to this life.  In this beautiuful setting mountains and sky I can see how many people who visit decide to move here and become permanent members.

I wondered if it was in me to do something like that.  But I can't imagine myself in a place like this for a long time.  There is so much more for me to discover and explore. 

Plus I think I like red wine a little bit too much to give it up completely :)

xx

Sunday, 26 May 2013

Assisi Part 2

As I was saying, I am now staying in an Ashram in the middle of Italy.  A couple of days ago I was drinking a cappucino on the balcony of my hostel in Manarola, Cinque Terre trying to figure out my next move.  In my mind I had 3 choices, I could stay in Cinque Terre (which wasnt likely because it seemed booked out for the weekend), or I could go back to Nice (which I didnt feel ready to do) or I could go to Rome (which I felt nervous about because I had no access to internet and couldnt research accommodation). I was starting to feel a bit anxious; I needed to get on a train sooner rather than later so that I didn't arrive at my destination too late.

Just as I was in the midst of contemplation, Angelica, a german woman who was sleeping above me in the hostel bunk bed, came to join me and asked where I was going.  We had spoken the night before, and filled eachother in with where we were each at in our lives.  I had confessed that this seemed to be a period of transition for me, because all aspects of my life seem up in the air.  The truth is, since stepping foot on this journey, I have been asking myself some big questions and the answers aren't clear, like 'Do I still want to live in Canada?', ' Should I move back to Australia?', 'Do I keep pursuing music?' 'Is there something else I should be doing with my life? What am I going to do for a job when I get back? "....

Angelica, who spoke as though she knew something about my life that I didn't know, suggested that I go to a place called Ananda, a yoga/meditation retreat, outside of a town called Assisi.  She had spent time there during a similar period of her life and said it helped.  She sensed that I was feeling a bit lost and said that 'this place will centre your soul'.

Well as you know, I have no real plan, and I'm open to anything right now, so this seemed like a promising idea.  I especially liked the sound of the 50euros/week fee that included shelter, food and access to daily yoga and meditation workshops.  Angelica seemed very keen for me to explore this option and even went to the trouble of asking reception if she could use their computer and she found the contact details for me.  We then went our separate ways.

And so, I took a step onto what seemed like one of the longest days of my life.  I spent the next couple of hours walking up and down the steep hills of the town trying to find a public phone that actually worked.  Most of them only accepted phone cards and for some reason the 'Tabac', the only place that sold them, wasn't going to open that day.  I finally found a local who pointed me in the right direction and called Ananda.  Much to my disappointment I discovered that as a first timer, the fee is actually 48euros per day.  I decided I couldn't afford it, and told them thanks but no thanks.

After another half an hour of feeling lost and unsure of what to do, I reconsidered and realised that I was actually spending more than that most days anyway.  So I called them back and told them I was on my way, they could expect me in a few hours...

I was sooo off with the timing.  I don't know if any of you have had the pleasure of catching Italian trains before, but I found that the rides are long and slow, the schedules are confusing and the routes require alot of changes.  On top of that I recieved different information at every station about how I was supposed to get there.  This was the reality;

Manrola, Cinque Terre - La Spezia
La Spezia - Pisa Centrale
Pisa Centrale - Florence
Florence - Arezzo
Arezzo - Assisi
From there I had to take a 30 minute taxi to Ananda.

The trip took 9.5 hours and by the time I got there I was an emotional wreck!  I was imagining every possible worse case scenario " I was going to be stranded in a town in the middle of nowhere, unable to communicate with anyone, and maybe the taxi driver would be a rapist murderer and I would disappear and no one would even know that I was missing"

To cut a long story short, I arrrived safely. And the people who greeted me were very kind and welcoming.  I made in just in time for dinner, an amazing vegetarian meal, served in a dining hall with about 40 others.  There were people from all walks of life and a cross section of ages.  Within seconds I discovered that this community was very supportive of the creative arts and that there were a lot of musicians there.  I felt I was in the right place.

Im staying in a warm and cosy room with 2 others, the floors are heated, the bathrooms are clean and private.  The scenery is amazing, nestled in a valley of lushiously green mountains (or big hills, I'm not quite sure of the difference).  The food is soooo good!  and I have access to yoga and mediation workshops all day if I want to, but there is no pressure, I can do whatever I want.  All classes are in Italian, but a translater sits behind you and says everything in english if you need it. 

I've already gone to a couple of classes and went to yoga at 7am this morning.  Yoga and meditation are both things I've been wanting to do for a while now, so I'm pretty happy. 

Sometimes its a bit weird, all the Omm's and praying and hands in the air, but the Anthropologist in me is enjoying the experience :)

Can't help but have a little chuckle every now and then when I look at myself from an outsiders point of view.  I imagine all of you and think "if they could only see me now"...

Have to go, lunch is calling.

xx





Assisi, Italy

So I'm not really quite sure how this happened, but believe it or not, I am now staying in an Italian Ashram, 30 minutes outside of an a little mountain side town called Assisi.  I just wrote a huge speil about it, to update you, but the internet cut out and I lost everything that I had written.  So I'm giving you this quick update incase it happens again.  I'm going to try again in a second.
xx

Friday, 24 May 2013

Cinque Terre

Hey Everyone, sorry for the silence, I haven't had access to internet.  I've got lots to tell you, but will have to wait until later because the internet here is way too expensive.  I'm in Cinque Terre, Italy.  Someone told me about his place years ago, and I always wanted to visit, I googled it last week and realized it was only a 6hour train ride from Nice, so I've been here the past few days and currently trying to figure out my next step.  This place is magic, better than a fairy tale, so glad I came here! I'll be in touch again soon, hopefully! xx

Monday, 20 May 2013

Nice really is nice!

Time seems to pass by much faster in the South of France.  It's hard to believe I've been here for a week already!  Nice is a very relaxed town and as a result I have been pretty damn lazy. It's easy for the days to slip by when all you're really doing is eating, drinking and sleeping.  

My staple diet since arriving has been bread, cheese, chocolate and rose wine.  I decided 'When in France, do as the French do!' ... so, as soon as I stepped foot in this country, I gave up on my gluten free, dairy free, sugar free diet. But I have to say,  it's already starting to show!  I really dont know how all of the French women manage to stay so slender and beautiful, it is an anomaly! 



On the rare occasions this week, when it wasn't pouring with rain, I dragged myself out to do some exploring.  It is very picturesque here - a beautiful, colorful, bustling town by the sea.  It was sooo nice to smell the salty air again; my first time in 3 years, since leaving Australia.  I realise I do miss it. 



Nice has and interesting mix of old and new. You can get lost in the narrow winding streets of the old town, and feel as though you have stepped back in time, then suddenly, as you make your way through its maze, you can find yourself in the middle of the towns Arts/ Cultural centre, characterized by funky architecture, futuristic public art works and an ultra modern, super slick, tramway sytem.  







Just next to this is the Zone Piedettonne,  a large section of the city that is for pedestrians only.  Its walkways, chequered with black and grey tiles, are a prime location for street performers and its surrounding areas are full of cafes, bars, restaurants and boutiques.  I can imagine that on a hot summers night, it must be trully magnifique!  



And Spring is definitely in the air here in Nice. There is the sweet scent of blossoming flowers everywhere;  this is such a refreshing change from Paris where the pungent odour of human pee seems to follow you where ever you go.



To be continued...