Time off

Amanha partimos pra Cape Town. Fim-de-semaninha gostoso, sem muitos planos, pra descansar mesmo.

Vamos ficar num dos hoteis que mais adoro no mundo, o Twelve Apostles, sempre um "trato" que o Patrick gosta de nos dar.

Cape Town esta para Johannesburg, assim como o Rio esta para Sao Paulo, so que mais longe (2 horas de voo). E vamos combinar que Joburg nao e' tao ruim quanto SP.

CT e' uma das cidades mais bonitas do mundo, de tirar o folego e mesmo tendo estado nesse lugar magico varias vezes, o vistante fica enlouquecido com sua beleza selvagem SEMPRE.

OBS: Na foto acima, o maravilhoso hotel e a cidade "impossivelmente" linda

Histericamente engracado

Me esburrachei de rir. Ri pra me acabar. Chorei de tanto rir. Gargalhei.

Descobri o blog do Marcos Mion ontem a noite e sinceramente nao me lembro de ter lido nada tao hilario ha muito tempo.

O cara e' engracado de verdade, tipo brilhante, daqueles que conseguem transformar uma historia banal em piada.

Seu blog faz parte da pagina bloglog, dos blogueiros globais, do mega portal Globo.com, que conta com artistas desde "startlets" bobinhas ate atores consagrados e autores de novelas. Passando, logico, por gente do "naipe" (termo roubado do Mion) de Vitor Belfort e Dado Dollabela.

Vale a pena ler o cara esculachando seus colegas blogueiros sem do' nem piedade - com toda a razao alias - pois tem gente que como diz ele, "a gente achava que nao sabia nem escrever". E consagrar a mae mais "motherfucking crazy" do mundo (dentre sua lista encontramos Britney Spears, Angelina Jolie, Michael Jackson e a mae do Marilyn Manson, que segundo ele pra ter um filho desse naipe (olha ai o termo ) deve ter feito uma merda das boas). Hahahahahaha. ADOREI.

Alem de brilhante e paulista ate a raiz do cabelo - isso tambem faz o blog mais engracado ainda - Mion e' politicamente incorretissimo e segundo ele, seu blog nao tem censura. Um de seus posts tinha mais de 10.000 comentarios.

Nao paro de ler o cara nunca mais.

The Travel Bug

The travel bug has caught me and I feel restless, restless.

Due to the chaotic and very sad situation in Lebanon, our June Middle East trip to Syria, Jordan and (!) Lebanon is canceled. It is such a pitty.. I was looking very, very, very forward to it.

The options are many and very different: Provence, Klosters, Namibia and the US are just some to name a few. More interesting, exotic African destinations such as Madagascar and Reunion are much more to my liking. And I bet those might be our final destinations.

Departure date is 27th June so until then I will be back and forth, left, right and centre. As a good, old Libran, of course.

I'll come back with the final result.

Happy Birthday Israel

It was touching to watch the images of Israel's 60th aniversary celebration yesterday night.

After having been there last September my affection towards the Jewish State and its inhabitants grew considerably. Few times, as a tourist, have I been treated with such hospitality and friendliness, openess and warmth. My visit to Israel, surelly, exceeded all my (very poor) expectations.

The holiday of Rosh Hashannah, spent with the Kabbalah Centre, was my first of, hopefully, many visits to the Holy Land. The incredible energy of this country is addictive and its beaches, exoticism and history, extremely inviting.

The 60th aniversary reportages raised questions about the ever-existing, always difficult and forever uncertain peace process in the region. And showed images of former wars, politicians, peace-makers, war-makers, terrorism.

Saddened by the rocky past of this nation but amazed by its prosperity and urge to hold on to its territory, I wish Israel much happier and peaceful 60 years ahead.

Longing for Paris

It is incredible how much I miss Paris at the moment. This time last year, my dear friend Cris and I were having a ball, the best time ever in there.

I never hid from anyone my love/hate relationship with France during the last years we were "held hostages" there and how relieved I felt while driving in a cab direction the airport to leave the French, their winters and bad mood behind me. And move to my beloved Rio and have my first child.

That was 2002, I was in my eighth month of pregnancy with Antonio and I couldn't stand one day longer of grey skies, rudeness and incompetent gynecologists.

2008 finds me leaving with my 5 year-old "baby" in a sunny land, with friendly people and a huge mix of very interesting cultures. And... no art, music, museums.

Patrick laughs when I say I miss civilization but it's true. I do. I miss the buzz of a big urban centre, to shop till I drop, beautiful restaurants, great food, fashion.

I start asking myself if I will ever be 100% satisfied with my country/city of choice. My best bet is I was a gypsy or a Mongolian nomad in my previous life and must be constantly on the move, exploring, learning.

Ah! But the good news is we will do a pit-stop in my beloved "city of light" on our way back from Oslo. Counting down...30, 29, 28...

Beirut

Ouvi falar dessa banda atraves do site Radar 55 - maravilhoso site de tendencias da area de moda, design, musica, restaurantes e tudo aquilo sobre o qual amamos descobrir novidades.

Entrei no site e simplesmente me apaixonei pela musica do Beirut - beirutband.com. Ha tempos nao me emocionava tanto com algo que ouvi.

Um mistura de estilos, com influencia de musica cigana - acordeon, trumpete - e orquestra... Parece doido.. e e'.

A musica Elephant Gun e' um balsamo pros ouvidos. E pra alma.

Delicia de filme

Acabei de voltar do cinema, fui ver "Dan in Real Life" com o Steve Carell.

Achei o nome pessimo para um filme tao bom, leve e divertido. Resolvemos ir, mesmo nao levando muita fe', pois sou fa de carteirinha do ator.

Ha muito tempo nao ria tanto no cinema... e chorava. Com uma trilha sonora sensacional e com um elenco de primeira, a pelicula deu pra emocionar.