Jet Lag

During the (very) long distance trips, we usually force our bodies to resist until the local sleep time, so we are able to function normal from the very next day of our arrival. We did the usual trick when arriving to Adelaide, so we slept at 23:30 and woke up at 7:30 in our first morning here.  

But guess what? 

The next night didn't work. I went to sleep at midnight and fell asleep at 4 a.m. No surprise I woke up at 1 p.m. today. 
I'm talking here about desynchronosis or circadian dysrhythmia,
which results from alterations to the body's circadian rhythms resulting from rapid long-distance trans-meridian travel on high-speed aircrafts.

Maybe is about jet lag, maybe is only about our sleepless minds, trying to cope with everything that is happening with us. 

This is going to fade, I think, or maybe we'll just learn to live with it.

We started to meet people here, to make new friends, to know the places. We felt very welcomed by people who never heard of us, friends of friends, writing nice and beautiful messages and inviting us to have a coffee together and trying to help. 

Actually, we had coffee with a new friend, and dinner with not-so-new friends, to our delight. 

 

 We already knew that the key to be successful here is networking and good relations, but they reinforced that insight.  

On our way to those meetings, we crossed the Linear Park, one of the many from Adelaide, on the Torrens River. Bogdan always carries his camera with him, so he took some pictures around. 

 

 

It's Saturday, and it seemed half of the city was around, in the Zoo, in the Botanical Garden or playing sports in the park. 

The other half is around the beaches, running, having dinner or just beers with families or friends. This is where we ended our day, in beautiful Glenelg, with a long walk on the beach and then downtown.

Glenelg

Glenelg

Friday 13. The First Day from the Rest of Our Lives.

This is the first day of the rest of my life. 

In Australia.

Few years ago we decided to move away from our country. To raise our children away from obvious political corruption, from an education system which changed the education law more than 100 times in 27 years, from an incredible rotten medical system (whose faults, by the way, just erupted in the media these days).

It was not an easy decision to make. It took me years to convince Bogdan that we need to go away. It took us years to decide which country we want to live in. It took us two years to apply and obtain the Australian resident visa. It was a lot of work for him, because we were too old to apply for the visa in an old fashion way. I mean, after 40's, you need to be a skilled migrant in order to obtain the extra points you need to apply.

But we did it.

So, last November, we had it. The resident visa, I mean. All of us. And, ever since, our life is a carousel. And, probably, it will spin for a while as crazy.

Today is our first day from the rest of our lives. In Australia. In Adelaide, to be precise. For now. Today we opened the bank account, we had a cup of coffee in the City, we went to Brighton so Bogdan could shoot the sunset, and now he works on a market study, while I cook and enjoy some Australian rose wine. We'll go back soon to bring the kids, as soon as we will set up all things here.

Friday, 13. 

The First Day from the Rest of Our Lives. 

A day to be remembered.

On Time and Times and New Year's Eve

It was very long time ago, I was a small kid, about 10 years old, sitting with my parents and some drunk and happy guests on the New Year's Eve, with everybody around dancing and chatting. And, suddenly, deep in my stomach, I realized the year is over, and tears came to my eyes. I had to hide in another room to cry my sadness over the past year, to reflect about how fast or how slow the time goes by, depending on the moments in life. I was too small for this revelation. From that night, nothing was the same. From that night, every single New Year's Eve I dropped a tear for the year which passed.

Years later, I was in high school, in December, with my favorite teacher, just before the Christmas holiday. We talked about dreams and plans for the next year and how we will spend the New Year's Eve. And he told us some surprising words for my (mostly boys) colleagues, but not at all surprising for me. "At midnight, think about time. Think about how it goes, how you will never be able to revive a moment once is gone away. In the moment you'll understand that, and you'll feel sad, really sad, only than you can say you became mature."

Tonight is the night my eldest daughter will spend her first New Year's Eve away from us. She will have fun with her high school colleagues. Sadness is inevitable. Time takes its revenge.

Happy New Year! 

May next year be good and gentle with you!

Sunday Quote

"Until you spread your wings, you'll have no idea how far you can fly." - ANON

Gura Portitei

Gura Portitei is a little piece of land near the Danube's Delta entrance gate, between the Golovita Lake and the Black Sea. We went there by car to Jurilovca fishermen village and then by boat, driven by Anatolie, the (handsome) captain.

We though it might be something like Vadu, but with some more vegetation, but it turned out that Gura Portitei became a very touristic place, full of people, loud music and even a swimming pool on the beach.

Don't get fooled by the fact that in Bogdan's pictures are not too many people, the beach was very crowded, but the water was nice and warm, so we had a lot of fun swimming and playing with the waves.

Then, we called Anatolie to pick us up and take a boat tour around the lake, to catch the breeze in our hair and to see some of the wonderful surroundings. 

We promised ourselves to return in the autumn, when the people are gone and we can fully enjoy the silence and the beauty of nature.

Sorry for so many pictures, but I couldn't decide which one to keep and which one to loose, so be patient and have a look till the end! 

Thank you for reading and come back for more!

The Desert Beach of Vadu

Hello, hello!

I don't really know where those days are going by, yesterday was the 1st of August, today is already 5th! Can somebody explain it for me, please? Mr. Einstein, maybe...? Hello, are you there?!?

So, the same day we visited the ancient city of Histria, we went to the Vadu Beach, which was deserted one month ago, but it was full of campers and hippies last week. Well, not really full, as you can see from Bogdan's pictures, just a little bit full. 

Which, by the way, was veeeeery good for us, because the first thing we did on Vadu Beach was to get our car stuck in the sand. The more we accelerated, the more the tires sunk in the sand. Five brave men and half an hour later, Bogdan found himself and the car on solid ground. 

Where were we? Oh, me and the kids? In the refreshing water, of course!

We didn't do much, we just enjoyed ourselves in the full sun, then waited for the sunset to take some wonderful pictures...

And this is how to reach Vadu's Beach: you can go from Constanta to Histria on road DJ226, through Mamaia and then Navodari, and just when you go out of Corbu village, you take right on a small (and bad) road, DC83, until you arrive in Vadu village. There are some signs you can follow, and once you are on the dirt road, you can go any direction and you'll be on the beach. 

And please don't forget is a natural reserve and there are no facilities, bring your own water to drink and take all your garbage back home!