This just ain’t right… the struggle is real y’all. Please rescue me, but take your ‘SWEET‘ time!
This just ain’t right… the struggle is real y’all. Please rescue me, but take your ‘SWEET‘ time!
As interesting as travel is, seeing new sites and meeting new people, the anticipation of returning home is alway enduring. Not much longer for my flight but if I have to wait, this is how it should be done.
Seriously, this guy stole my idea. It must be a sign, so I’ll be getting my board this week.
You have a direct impact between “Now and Then”…. Take ownership and personal responsibility of your tomorrow right now!!! #getsome #liveyourlove
Seriously this was exactly my mood today. I mean seriously!
So I have one question… CAPTION THIS:
As soon as I return home I’m gonna enjoy one of these from my patio… Can’t wait…
I’m sure I didn’t dream of this.
I’m sure it wasn’t painted in calm of my dreams.
I’m sure this didn’t make it to any list, spoken, thought of, or written.
I’m sure that God’s hand’s painted this eternities ago just for me.
I’m sure His revealing it right now means something beyond my right now.
I’m sure that He is happy with me.
I’m sure this is the very first time I am thoroughly relaxing and rocking back and forth on hind legs of a small black plastic chair meant for the size of locals in slippers, white t-shirt, and underwear on the 18th floor of a 2 bedroom condo on the very tip of a peninsula on Mactan Islands facing an amazing and ever changing artistic view of changing tide and changing skies.
I’m sure that many, by watching this video will see this for the very first time and may never have this gracious opportunity to see it live and in the making.
I’m sure that the universe purposely opened its right eye, thankfully squinting to gaze at me, as I gased at it as much as I could, with its firefly pupil.
I’m sure I’ll have many more desires and firsts fulfilled and created memories and moments revealed.
I’m sure it’s what I live for.
I’m sure its what I love for…
I’m just sure of it!!!
Love and Let Love, Live and Let Live
– Johnnie Moore
Cebu, Phillipines… Soooo much more to come. Be on the lookout!
Can’t tell us nothin!!
Enjoying the Donuts…
More of the same… Donuts!!
I love this dude right here… I swear he is one of the coolest dudes I know. I thank God every day for him.
We went out and had great time snatching them up, but all the super good stuff we had to release. We follow all the regulations to the letter. Let them live and catch them when they get bigger. Such a beautiful fish….
When I gear up for the Big Blue it just feels good it fills my soul in ways words cannot explain… I just cant get enough…
Heat vs. Magic
Let’s Go Heat!!!
Asking for a friend… Have you ever chilled at the lounge too long and the. Have to run to make your flight? Remember, I’m asking for a friend. (As I type while winded)
Was a very nice morning in Bogotá today. I promised myself to do 1000 burpees while on this biz trip. I did get started this morning and realized that maybe I bit off more than I can actually chew… lol. Anyway, this morning I did 40 in total and it was taxing. In order to meet my goal I’ll have to do at least 60 more today.
So I had a nice healthy breakfast and then went for my Coffee at Juan Valdez Cafe across from my hotel.
Then I waited for a wonderful colleague to join me on my walk to the office.
So far so good in 2018… I’m planing to be very productive while here in Bogotá, Colombia.
Oftentimes folks say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Some times they are worth a million words… Sharing just a quick view of my mini-me, My Amazing son. I over love him. He is both my breath and my blood.
I’m always looking for a journey… some interesting adventure, some new learnings, or insights. Not always deep, spiritual or philosophical. Sometimes I want to learn silly random stuff. You know like everyday stuff. Stuff like if you sit in upper deck and close to Biz class and if you are charming, you can actually still get served as if you were in Biz class… But I’m not getting to that yet. Below is just a pic of me in the MIA airport on my way to my gate.
Well I made it to FRA safety and man what an non-memorable trip. it appears that after a really tough and long week I was over tired. Yep, even more that I could even imagine. I rarely sleep on planes. But I boarded, got comfy, put on my headphones and some music (August Alsina). I took out my laptop and just so that something was on the TV, I put on a movie. What a waste… I was awaken by the Pilot announcing that we would be landing in 40 minutes… WHOA!!!! Wait, What??? Man I couldn’t believe it. I was completely confused and frustrated. How could this happen. I literally lost approximately 7 hrs or so of my life that I can never, ever get back. This is some BS!!! I mean it was terrible. My laptop was still open, but on the floor laying sideways between my legs, my neck and back felt like I had gotten one of those Indian Stone spine alignments. I mean I think that I have now lived what it would be like to be 130 years old. I stood up slowly and painfully with cracking and popping sounds. All my muscles must have shrunk because none of them wanted to be extended at all. I mean they just objected fiercely delivering pain and sharp pains, oh and yeah, pulsating pain too. So I made my way to the bathroom and thankfully there was no line because my bladder had stretched all the way down my leg in an effort to hold all the processed coffee and water I had drank from hours earlier. I rested my head on top of the ceiling in order to balance and poured at least 30-40 liters into the latrine. Whew… I know I lost about 4-5 kilos in that 1 1/2 minutes. It was a spiritual awakening indeed. Even my would felt better.
So I got off the plane made my way through customs and to the train station and to my platform. Pic below…
I made my way to Siegburg and took a cab to the Kemeha. I had seen the hotel in many of my prior visits to Bonn, but had never been inside. So after checking in and making it up the elevator i was really surprised when I found that everything was red. Yes everything. The carpet, the walls, the doors, the ceiling… I mean everything was red. I was like “Super Cool”. I was axious to see the rooms. The room was very nicely laid out, but nothing specifically special or weird.
I spent a few days in the office with my Boss and Colleagues. It was really nice because we don’t get to see each other face to face often. I took advantage of the 2 days in GHO covering various misc topics and bonding. Lots of emails and lots of work… For some reason I’m always in catch up mode lately. Not sure if this will change., It seems that it’s the new norm. Work load has never been an issue for me in terms of job security. On day 2 I went out to the Mississippi building to have lunch and took a pic of the tower as I passed. No matter how many times I come to DE I always think the tower is pretty cool.
On the way to the CSI building I passed this statue and laughed… Ive seen it before, but since I was in the moment I actually appreciated it. I can think of so many memes for this statue:
Anyway.. this is still kind of cool. Its always interesting how you see things when you actually are in the moment. Gotta do more of that.
I HATE BEER!!!
But I’ve been trying to try different one and specifically in different places. I always try to try a locally made beer that is from the area or region that I am in. I can blame my buddy Amer and Jhon for this one… This thing was so big. I mean who has that kind of room in their belly. I assume that this is where the term “Beer Belly” comes from. But seriously, why is it so necessary to drink so much volume? I just don’t understand it. Well this one was awful as expected, but not as awful as some that I’ve had in the past. I think by far the Red Horse in the Philippines is the the worst. Even beating our King Fisher in India and the 1665 in France. A little known fact… the best tasting beer to me so far is…
Below is the restaurant immediately in the rear of the hotel right on the Rein River. Best Burgers in DE so far! I mean I went their twice just to make sure that it wasn’t just a fluke. Turns out the second burger was just a good as the first. JB Jon also confirmed this as well. Amer doesn’t eat beef but you could tell he was really enjoying the chicken cutlets. This was a really good spot. Very real axing and the weather was kind to us. People walking, running, and biking on the river along with a nice evening with friends enjoying a beer and discussing life, politics, culture, religion, work, family, philosophy, etc… What a time… Gotta find a way to do things like this more often in my life. Seems that lately I’m always so busy that I don’t have time to live in the moment. Well, I’ll make this more of a priority. I’m fact.. anyone in South Florida want to have a beer this weekend? Let me know…
So on my second trip I had mother beer, but a smaller one. You can see it below. It was a mini version of the Goliath beer that I had earlier. Again, more amazing conversations with very cultured and amazing colleagues. I have to admit that i am fortunate.
Back to the Kameha… This was just one of the many little touches that you could find all over the hotel. They really did a nice curb with simplicity and decor. Super nice.
Even the elevator was red… I was on my way to check out of the Kemeha and check into the Hilton for the remainder of my stay. Man I was soooo full…. Full of ideas, energy, and enthusiasm. In the end all we ever want to do is to be successful and for our hard work to be recognized. I had a full day planned. Lunch with Christiane and Adrian and their families and then Dinner with Amer. All turned out really well. It was fantastic to meet their families and their amazing children.
More elevator shenanigans….
For some reason I thought that I would be good to go… I left with only my black pullover only to find that Germany wasn’t going be nice to me. It got very cool. Down to the high 40Fahrenheit and that pullover kept getting thinner and thinner. So we stopped and and sat outside of a restaurant and I had a cappuccino and German fish soup. It was really tasty, but over the top salty. I am a bit salt sensitive, but this would have been salty by anyone’s standards. I killed that soup. It was warm and that’s all that mattered. The cappuccino was mediocre at best but i smashed it too…
It was great just chillin there and people watching. They had alive rock band about 60 yards away that for me sounded like drums, guitar, and yelling. Evren thought eh drummer had rhythm, the people dancing were apparently dancing to something else that they had heard back when they were infants. Amer was great company and a great conversationalist. We chatted about our childhoods and some of the interesting things we had experienced. We then decided that going for Indian food was a good idea.
The food was really good and honestly the best I had in Germany so far. It wasn’t India spicy which disappointed us a bit.What was also interesting was that the natives would ask for Naan as an appetizer and eat it by itself. Well guess what, Amer and I rejected the rice that they brought to the table that we didn’t order and we ate the traditional way. We got our hands dirty and as I said, it was really good. On the way out of the restaurant I took a photo of the guy making naan and also took a video clip. I learned that in order to make Naan you have to have one of these ovens and they are mostly in restaurants and not in homes. In homes they typically make Roti.
Back sat the hotel the following day I ordered the salmon and was really relieved to see green veggies. In Germany it seems that’s most veggies are roots and salad is the Prefered green item that they consume. Lots of sour krout and mashed potatoes… Generally potatoes at least 2-3 times per day seems regular around here. But I was happy to devour the salmon and veggies which was the dish that was most like what I was used to at how one. It was delish!
Was driving and took a picture of this random building. No real comments on this one.
While at Siegburg I took a quick snap of train that had some really cool graffiti on it. I’m always a bit torn about graffiti. I mean even though some are amazing and you can tell that these folks have talent, I ain’t so happy about them tagging random things that aren’t theirs. Anyway… It was really cool to me.
I made it to the airport via ICE train from Siegburg to Frankfurt, got through security and sat for breakfast. Which was focaccia salami & cheese sandwich, a cappuccino, and some fresh juice. These guys (below) were sitting across from my table and I took this random photo of random people. Now I don’t know these people at all, but here is what my imaginative intuition has ascertained:
The guy on the left facing us is Bert. Bert owns and ice cream shop in holland that’s been suffering a bit due to a milk shortage. His ice cream is supposed to be organic so he cant use the powdered stuff. Sitting next to Bert is his wife Helga who has been really frustrated because her online business sales have been dropping for years. Bert keeps telling her not to worry and to be appreciative but she is really getting perturbed because she doesn’t like that he is always pretending to be happy even though she knows that the bottom is falling out. What Helga doesn’t know is that a the gentlemen in front of her, Isaac who happens to be her childhood friend has already gotten another supplier for the milk for Berts ice cream shop. This is why Bert is so happy. What Bert doesn’t know is that that Helga and Isaac had been intimate when teenagers. Not to worry, there was no actual sex, but certainly some very intimate touching. It was experimental and didn’t actually go beyond the two specific incidents. Once in Ms Claes’ class during a movie about the Spanish Inquisition. It was harmless tit for tat genitalia grabbing and childish giggling. The other time was in the back of Dr Dross’ laundrymat. That one actually involved a tongue kiss because neither had ever kissed before and wanted to at least try it so that when they did kiss someone for the first time, they would be more confident. Helga gaged and threw up so it killed it for both and they still suffer from kissing PTSD. Bert still wonders why his wife only like to peck instead of tongue kiss.
Sitting next to Issac in the black jacket is Turk. He doesn’t like to be called by his real name which is “Deander Ismael Carmichael Kurt”, which if you take the first letter of each name spells….. well you know. So for many years he asked to be called by his last name Kurk, which somehow turned into Turk which again is what everyone calls him now.Turk was fired from a security firm because he left his weapon at the playground of an elementary school. He isn’t sure why they made a big deal because the only weapon they issued him was a night stick or billy club. The specifics aren’t so clear and he wont really share much but what is known is that one kid ended up with a large contusion on his elbow and another had a bruised rib. Its said that one kid tried to act out a recently seen episode of Cops. But we still don’t know. Either way, Turk makes everything into a security topic. Even now he swears he can see behind his back and that he has already sized up everyone wishing a 100 yard radius and he has memorized the names of every restaurant on the way to the gate. No one believes him, but they all nod just to get him to shut up. Turk doesn’t at all like Simone sitting to his right because Simone has an issue. He seriously has an issue. He cannot say anything without announcing himself and speaking in the third person. I know that you might be a bit confused so I will give you an example.
“Simone says that Simone is hungry as hell and wants Simone to get Simone some McDonalds.”
You see.. Thank kind of stuff will make anyone crazy. The other challenge is that Simone really likes Turk. And I don’t mean like as a friend. Simone wants Turk to have his children. Turk often finds Simone staring at him with this weird kind of geeky “I want to ravage you angrily” kind of look. But Turk literally has no idea. Now Isaac knows because he and Simone got drunk one day at mass and Simone spilled the crackers into the Holy water. While apologizing profusely he said the following:
“Simone wants to have Simone to kiss Turk in the mouth”
Isaac pretended not to hear it and they both went to confession for drinking 2 liters of wine that was meant for communion. Seems that God forgives, but the church didn’t allow them in the back anymore.
OK, there is allot more, but I’ll spare you all the details….
Ok… so I was so excited to be boarding the flight and finally making my way back home I had to take another “See ya next time Germany” pic.
So since I had a 9 hr flight ahead of me and I just didn’t feel like working I decided to draft this blog post. I hope that you enjoyed it.
Mmmmm…. oh my, my, my. Sooo refreshing!
Sometimes happiness is a choice. Yeah, I'm the dude who's standing on hot coals being pierced by hot steel arrows and pounded on the head with turmoil and guess what… I'm still smiling!! Besides, I've got Starbucks… Yaaaay Me!
Serious migraine today…. I’m gonna put on my Superman britches and push through the day.
I’m built for this…
There’s a quote that I’ve memorized for which I don’t know the true author. And that quote is “Freedom is the road seldom traveled by the multitude”.
Oftentimes people don’t even know that they are in fact trapped. Trapped by the wilds of life itself. Some good, some bad, but all have the ability to enslave us to routines that tear us away from a free mind and spirit. Our need to feel in control binds us to repeat yesterday’s motions and interactions. It’s like that sweet golf swing that makes that sweet sound that only golfers recognize. It’s a sound, a feel, and the beautiful view of a well struck ball souring and gently finding its place right were you wanted it to land. We want that feeling again immediately afterwards like an addict trying to find that first high. Now for the record, I’ve never been high as an adult. I just wanted to state that clearly. My point is that living in our yesterday or even in our tomorrow eliminates our ability to live in the NOW. I’m learning to cease the “good stuff” from my NOW and ensure that I recognize my NOW is the only time that I truly have. It’s about Memories and Moments. I’m learning to increase my ability to realize the moment…
What’s happening right NOW all around me, recognize and realize the people in my NOW. I’m not just talking about loved ones. I’m talking about the family sitting next to me right now. The father, mother and daughter fumbling through books in an effort to decide which ones to purchase. The elderly couple that just purchased their favorite hot beverage from the barista. My beautiful daughter studying next to me. I can tell that she is so frustrated and forcing herself to read/study. My mom sitting across from me with her glasses on the bridge of her nose studying stitch diagrams likely to be useful to her for some of her handmade jewelry that she makes. The mother and daughter just smiling at each other while awaiting the mothers latte also standing at the barista. The smell of coffee and new books… Mmmmm…….
You see sometimes you have to really realize the moment that you are in. Focus on your NOW, take in all that it is for you and to you. We are alive, not in our past or in our future… In fact we are only alive in our NOW! I’m trying to breathe in my NOW, see my NOW, smell my NOW, touch my NOW, Taste in my NOW, and feel my NOW.
I would like for everyone to stop where you are right NOW to embrace and realize your NOW. Because truth be told your NOW is but a moment and will soon be …….. In the Wind