Saturday 24 Nov 2012
This is my first time posting on a blog. So far I have worked mostly on travel journals so writing about myself is something new. I currently live in Brussels, admittedly not the most adventurous city in the world but for the time being I have to live with it. I crave adventure, wildlife and infinite landscapes, seas.. I dream of travelling full time to countries untouched by pollution, and all the mayhem a city brings along with it. But for now I have to make the best of what the city has to offer. This summer I was taught to always think positive. I try to pursue my dreams, my desires, sometimes difficult to reach but I have learnt that everything happens for a reason and nothing is impossible in life. I am thankful for what I have, my health, my son, my mum and dad, sister and her family, those so very dear and special to me, as I always say without them I am nobody. I must say this year has been a tough year on a personal basis but in truth it has taught me a great deal.
A bit about my childhood. I was born in Malta, St Julians one rainy Boxing Day. Well, yes, I came well before mum's due date and I attribute this to my eagerness in meeting the world. I am not one to sit down and do nothing and as you can see. It seems this part of my personality came out at a very early stage in my life. I was a hyper little girl, I hated dolls, but loved playing with cars. I had my own little adventures too .. we had a big garden, my dad, a keen sportsman, had won a lot of medals. I do not recall any of this but my parents tell me I used to bury my dad's medals in the soil then dad used to find them when he ploughed the garden. I recall it was a big garden, apples, orange, lemon trees, tomatoes, beans, dad was and still is a born gardener. My mother also tells me I actually buried her engagement ring in the soil. Dad found it many months after it went missing but I was way too young to recall all this. Somehow I was always up to something. But in the end we all have our own little stories to relate from childhood.
I spent an enjoyable day today with friends watching sports. I followed the rugby so watched England play South Africa, a good match, great defence from the Springboks and in the end the better team won 16-15, briefly followed British soccer where dad's favourite team Man U beat QPR 3-1, and of course Formula 1 where Lewis Hamilton took his well-deserved pole. Mclaren look to be unbeatable this weekend but all eyes are on Vettel and Alonso.
Goodnight to all. Until the next blog.
A bit about my childhood. I was born in Malta, St Julians one rainy Boxing Day. Well, yes, I came well before mum's due date and I attribute this to my eagerness in meeting the world. I am not one to sit down and do nothing and as you can see. It seems this part of my personality came out at a very early stage in my life. I was a hyper little girl, I hated dolls, but loved playing with cars. I had my own little adventures too .. we had a big garden, my dad, a keen sportsman, had won a lot of medals. I do not recall any of this but my parents tell me I used to bury my dad's medals in the soil then dad used to find them when he ploughed the garden. I recall it was a big garden, apples, orange, lemon trees, tomatoes, beans, dad was and still is a born gardener. My mother also tells me I actually buried her engagement ring in the soil. Dad found it many months after it went missing but I was way too young to recall all this. Somehow I was always up to something. But in the end we all have our own little stories to relate from childhood.
I spent an enjoyable day today with friends watching sports. I followed the rugby so watched England play South Africa, a good match, great defence from the Springboks and in the end the better team won 16-15, briefly followed British soccer where dad's favourite team Man U beat QPR 3-1, and of course Formula 1 where Lewis Hamilton took his well-deserved pole. Mclaren look to be unbeatable this weekend but all eyes are on Vettel and Alonso.
Goodnight to all. Until the next blog.