Well here I am, out there on the World Wide Web. Its J who suggested this, my sister whose drips of encouragement go a long way.
I’m not too sure what to use this for; whether I upload my photography, or write about food. Perhaps I’ll do both! Travel, Food, Photography – a hub for my favorite subjects smattered with ramblings and photos of interesting things I find along the way living in a multi-cultural and magical London.
The first photo I wanted to share is one I took last year. It’s a peek into the unknown beauty of Puglia’s wild coastline and a place I would gladly pass those long Mediterranean summers, bathing, eating and breathing the balmy air. On clear days, you can make out Albania on the horizon. Greek songs lament nostalgically the radio. But of course, you are on Italy’s heel tip, a no man’s land seemingly far from civilization.
Me and J danced the Pizzica together on our return to London. In this city, you can be transported to anywhere in the world by the diversity of its diaspora.
I think I lost 6lbs that evening, dancing saturated in sweat, spurred on by the frenzy of tambourines and memories of the Med (nothing to do with the vodka and redbulls of course!). Pizzica is a dance where partners are equal, no one takes the lead. No two dances can ever be recreated. There is no set routine, the steps are improvised on the spur of the moment mirroring your dance partner. Good dances are accomplished dependent on how well you know this person. The music may play on, so chose your partner carefully because you may have to dance together for an eternity.
Here goes… A little taste of Puglia for this cold (but sunny!) Wednesday afternoon in London.