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Era uma vez uma casa no estilo Holandês...

Mesmo que seja por um bom motivo, fechar a porta de uma casa vazia me dá sempre um aperto no peito. Nos últimos oito meses, foram duas as vezes que o fiz: Do meu amado apartamento em São Paulo para a casa mais fofa que já morei na vida; E agora, dela para um lar com mais amor. Essa casinha significa um bocado para mim. Foi a realização de um sonho, foi o maior passo que eu já dei na vida e será sempre lembrada com muito carinho. O cheiro, as cores e sensações ficarão para sempre na memória. Os cachorros eu eu nos encaixamos direitinho nela. Vivemos e exploramos as redondezas, ouvimos musica alta, limpamos janelas, estudamos aos montes, choramos de saudade e medo olhando para as paredes, pass

TrailRun in the snow!

Yesterday we went to Appelscha - a nearby village - for a 26Km trail run promoted by Run Forest Run (www.runforestrun.nl). The route was awesome (who had the stupid/amazing idea about the stairs at the end?!?!?), but pretty tuff for me - who experienced running in the snow for the very first time!!! I have the impression that my body is still not really used to this cold stuff and waste a lot of energy trying to keep warm - and didn't really find a balance yet. Anyway, well inspired by the beauty of this event, I wrote about it in a more poetic way: Trail running is just like life: On the starting line you are full of plans, enthusiasm and hope. On the way, however, you face things you never

Snow! Neve! Sneeuw!

The weather was my main fear when we (because yes, I also took the dog's opinion into account!!) decided to move to the Netherlands. The language, somehow, we will -someday (I'm a believer!) - be able to manage. Actually, the dogs are doing pretty well: they already communicate to the Dutch dogs and people just like as they were born here...They are damn fast learners!!! But we (not even my smart dogs) will never be able to manage the weather itself. We can maybe adapt and get used to it, but never change it as I will be able, hopefully, to one day change the language I think in. It's not ''just'' like doing a course or something like that... Anyway, I was afraid of it - period!!! In october

Life, Thank you for all that went wrong!

Life, thank you for all that went wrong! It was by the skin of my teeth that I didn't let my dream scape, I almost settled down and let the rest of my life pass me by. That's why I am thankful for each tiny thing that went wrong, for each deception, each bad idea and crisis: if it wasn't for that, I wouldn't risk leave it altogether and embrace the uncertain - where, by the way, I found peace, serenity and a true love. ----Portuguese version: Vida, obrigada por tudo aquilo que já deu errado! Foi por um triz que eu não deixei escapar o meu sonho, foi por pouco que eu não me acomodei e simplesmente deixei o resto da minha vida passar em branco. Agradeço por cada capítulo que deu errado, por ca