Dreamers of a Story

NO IM NOT DREAMING... Its all coming into play!
NO IM NOT DREAMING...
NO IM NOT DREAMING...
NO IM NOT DREAMING...



Both my dream, and Andrea's dream are moving closer and closer to each other until they UNITE into ONE BIG LIFE-CHANGING MOVE!


Andreas is re-living his dream through me, and I am re-living my dream through him!

He has revived my dream that I had slept on. He has pushed me into places I used to daydream about ---- well, I actually had a taste of it in Mexico for a good 6-months.

Andreas Constantinides, to me, has been a dream by himself.
It started off in a little corner restaurant, on Dubai Marina . I still remember what I was having, a potato salad!
As I munched my food and enjoyed the seating area outside, because there was NOONE, Andreas and I began discussing a topic, with all honesty and all transparency.


One little vision turned into a smile,
One smile lead for a mental visualition,
One mental note encouraged a brain reaction,
The brain of course, has done its job well and worked all day, all night!

It was then, that we discovered that we are speaking the same language, and we have almost the same set of eyes! We see the same future, and we share the same goals.

That potato salad night, began re-occuring on various settings,
Over a coffee, over dinner, at our workplace, almost always!

and a LITTLE BABY DREAM WAS BORN.

On the other hand, Andreas the Greek, had been sitting quitely in the corner, minding his own business, and not talking to anyone.
He lived his life, did his duties, carried ALL his thoughts silently inside his head, and carried on with Life in a confident way, Just like all Greeks!

Suddenly, he is struck by his Mexican friend.

His friend was speaking to him, but the voice was coming from a far far distance.
When he finally had a chance to look closely and have a listen to what the voice is saying, he undertood immediately!
It was HIS language.

His dreams, His thoughts, His ideas! ! ! Finally among the crowd, he hears and picks up the voice that means most to him!

And a LITTLE BABY DREAM WAS BORN.


I am now living a True Story, that no matter how many times I repeat to myself, still feels like a dream!






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When we're together, You can almose feel the air around us, and escape

A letter to Twenty-Ten

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I will not be harsh; nor will I be leniant
I will bring it all out and make sure its all radiant.

Twenty-Ten, you have (by far) definitely proved
what noone else , no other, no year has ever even moved.

You have tumbled, moved, replaced, and frightened
that my feelings, thoughts, and dreams have certainly been enlightened.

I will carry you with me on the back of my mind and soul
for my Twenty-Eleven, you will be an everlasting model Role.






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November -- Movember

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As I welcome the month of November..... as in... As I WELCOME with OPEN arms the fact that the humidity in Dubai has left 90% and the heat in Dubai dropped below 45 degrees, I congratulate myself.

I believe I have proven to myself that WHERE you are , location-wise and country-wise, affects your personality.

Location-wise and country-wise affects your personality!

Location-wise and country-wise affects your personality!

Location-wise and country-wise affects your personality!

I am now, TODAY, November 2, starting to smile again!

- Is that normal?

- Is that how I am supposed to be?

- WAITING for the weather?

- DREADING 5 months of my life?

- WISHING I could disappear for 5 months? Wishing to take another 5-months unpaid leave in order to live my life?

As I happily turn the page over, and open a completely different (more Lina-oriented) page, I think I owe it to myself.

I need to sit down and relive what I have been through ; and how I lived from June 1 until October 31.

*** Please note that this is something extremely personal, What applies to me may NOT apply to you.

I am just doing this because I need to stand grounded regarding this topic (that has, obviously, been the centre of my thoughts) ; and I need to find peace with it.

- Waking up, was always a battle for me. Just the search for this looooong breath that would eventually guide me throughout my day.

- Searching for a smile, an inner smile.... I looked DEEEEP inside me, looking for any positive energy, a smiling force, that would KEEP me going.

- The smallest action like 'getting dressed' needed an 'Action Plan' , whereby I needed to think of the sweating and the sticking and the making sure that your pants aren't too tight and stop my blood circulation.

- The natural action of 'walking' required a 'Action Plan' as well, whereby I needed to think of many many shortcuts and ways to walk THE LEAST.

- The transportation factor of 'driving a car' also needed a 'Preparation Plan', whereby i needed to accept that my AC would take enough time to actually COOl, otherwise I am stuck in a box of HEAT with clothes pressing against my body and ONE thought WHY AM I HERE AGAIN?!

- Leisure times, meaning activities post-work, required RUSHING to a 5-star Hotel's Swimming Pool because its actually cooled; or staying IN (of course), or TRAVELING (double of course) ..... Therefore you end up spending so much more money!

- And last but not least, the 'waiting' , the 'counting down' , the 'planning for the winter', the ' i wish i could do this, but not now! '.

Again, please let me emphasize that this is SO PERSONAL.

I am CERTAIN, I have now made peace with the thought that I DO NOT BELONG HERE.

I say that, and I say it WITH A SMILE.

Dubai has done its duty with me, it has served me right, and I am appreciative of this fact. I have lived here 24 years. And I do not want to over-abuse my relationship with it.

The time has come to MOVE ON.

Gracefully, and Peacefully, and Smiling-fully.

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When YO meets GA

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I have been a Yoga fanatic for 6 years, practicing on a regular basis, both local and international.

I started off joining random Yoga classes here in Dubai, until I picked up the habit of becoming a member in the FIRST Yoga studio called 'Gems of Yoga' . I remember , I used to wake up at 6:00 am and drive to class that started at 7:00 am, to shower and change and be back in office by 8:30 am.

I increased the dose, by traveling around and doing Yoga Retreats... to explore what other teaching styles are out there... I just felt that THIS is how I would love to spend my time!

My Yoga retreat in Mexico was BY-FAR the best experience I have had.

It actually pushed me into developing my own Yoga routine, my style, with my music, and my poses, .... it built my own Yogic personality.....

and now..... now.... now ... the time has FINALLY come to pursue my OWN Yogic Professional Journey....

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I am now doing my 200-hour Yoga Teachers Training Course in order to get my Certificate.

I will be allowed, LEGALLY, to enlighten people about YOGA... and how I see Yoga, and how I breathe Yoga, and how I feel Yoga :))))))

With the hopes of transferring my Yogic Message onto whomever, wherever, and however.

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my "days off"

Summer Time comes around, and I find out that I am entitled to 15 days off...........

I will not comment at this stage because.... seriously... seriously.... SERIOUSLY????

so YOU tell me how many days I am supposed to take as "days off" ???

- And I cant "OFF" whenever I want?

- I cant "OFF" whenever I need?

Needless to say, I took 17 days off... Seventeen... You know why?? Because I want to!!!! Simple !!!!

SPAIN and GREECE has now been tagged.

!HA!

Nature runs its course

You live, you travel, you meet, you talk, you develop, you learn, you shape up, you become AWARE of who you are....

You get to a point where you you are at A PLACE.

You look around.... carefully studying this newly-built environment you've created (thanks to YOU) and you find a silhouette far far away....

You walk towards it, squinching your eyes, trying to figure WHO IS THIS? ......

As you reach closer, you whisper : "YOU ??????"

You ask him: " YOU??? You're here as well? I've known you for 5 WHOLE years, and you're HERE now? "

You ask yourself : " Whyyyy HERE??"

" Whyyyy NOW?"

And you get this instant rush.... telling you " Nature runs its course" !

What is meant to be is simply.... MEANT TO BE.....

Meet Andreas Constantinides.....

This time different

The Dubai train has taken me away ... with it... so fast and so ruthless.

But this time, was different!!!

I climbed on it, held on tight, closed my eyes, accepted the change, accepted the ups AND the downs, many downs, was shaken, was shaken hard, but in the end... opened my eyes and found myself getting somewhere!

I realize that my Mexico trip shuffled my priorities around. and THIS is what I understood throughout my 6 months-post Mexico experience.
Alot of people, unfortunately, have been eliminated from my life..
Friends have suddenly disolved, my activities were replaced, the boyfriend and I have gone our seperate ways ... Alot has changed..

Im still standing! I've embraced this change... and made peace with it.

peace :) Good word!









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wait.. but...

Right, My last post was talking about the filled and full and fully-dilated schedule I'm running.

But, I do stop and wonder.... where is the BALANCE in all this???

In whatever we do, BALANCE is key.

Food, balance it out.

Drinking and smoking, BALANCE it out.

Work, BALANCE it out.

Activities, BALANCE it out.

so yeay for happiness and yeay for busy-ness... But Lina needs to be with Lina every now and then.

Lina needs to re-connect with Lina!

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The Dubai Train

Do you know when you feel like theres a train passing near you in aSTORMING speed, and you just HAVE to catch it... you HAVE to get on that train... otherwise, Youll end up missing it completely...

The train Im referring to is the DUBAI LIFE. I can see it clearly, Living in Dubai is like Running for that Train.

The speed is craaaazy, the pace is soooo fast, the people are alllll over, the smells are crazy, the activities are wohowww, the noises are everywhere... its a busy train... Its a busy Life!

I've gone back to work, and I mean work work work.... Ive done 5 events in 3 weeks...

I had never looked at it this way.... But I'm doing work, I'm spending time with my man, and my friends, I'm loving my family, which has just grown plus one... a teeeny tiny one-month-old son of my brother.

Im actually starting a relationship with my work buddies *(thats a new).
We're dedicating one night per week, where we all go out and have fun.... and whenever there's an event, or a work party, we go crash it!

The pace is fast... and the options are many.... The answer, personally to me, is ONE. ....
Just use it ...

Use it and do it , and live it to the MAX...

You see, the reason why this is an issue, is because I used to run away from these scenarios, sit back, and complain"oufff this is toooo much, its tooo stressfull, its tooo hard"

When you can look at it in a way that will make you see what you got... the positivities of it all... the clutters of energy all over... This and that, and this and that .. are actually good for you ... Head out there, smile, and Live it all.


This, to me, is the method of Riding the train in Dubai:)















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Spice it

I've welcomed the new year 2010 with warm spirit and a pleasant positive outlook.
HERE I AM,.... Take me with you....
Im closing my eyes and allowing myself to be moved around, shuffled around, and taken to wherever , with whomever, doing whatever, whenever.

I turned 27 this week... and I spent it doing EXACTLY what I wanna do !

My birthday: January 21. My friends and I gathered at my house, we ordered THAI food... and had a great dinner.... We were all sweating and spicing up, thefood was ALLL sooo HOT, it was HILLARIOUS.
The tissue box was passed along the table, for our sweaty faces, while makings ounds like AHHHHH, OHHHH, AWWWWW, OUCCHHHHHH....
It was amaaazing!!!!

the next day, January 22. we all went to my boyfriend's pool and had a barbecue there... the company added the spice and the color of the day.
Hours later, still January 22..... A new soul was welcomed to this Earth, to our lives.
My brother had a baby!!!! Little Zeus saw the light ONE DAY after me!
A new fresh spirit among us..... surrounded by sooo much love... Its beautiful.

The welcome of the year was colorful.... spicyy...HOT..... new.... and different!!!

Bienvenida con nosotros mi amor!!!!!!












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Eventful Energy

I brought in journalists, Gulf News, Emirates Woman, Top Gear.... , Brought in refreshments, prepared the press kits, sent out the email invite and was ready to start the show!!!

We started the show... and the journalists tested out the product, they loved it, I made my contacts and strengthened them.... and in the end... I walked out SMILING!!

Event number One at my current job is ....... Done....

When I got home... I decided to do my Yoga routine... and I kid you not..... The amount of Energy that was running through my body was EXTRAORDINARY... No, No, you dont understand,... I have never felt THAT much energy running through my body . From my head to my toe. That tingly sensation inside that tells you IM HEREE... IM ALIVEEEE.... IM HEREEEE.

Gracias!!!!

Todo lo que puedo decir es una pallabra... Gracias!!!

de todo mi corazon!!!

Lina Del Libano

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tayyib...

So basically, That's IT..

I've reached the moment I was dreading.. Ive reached this far... Its soo soo far. .. I almost thought I would never reach it....

I walked my 2 feet back to JBR, walked up the stairs, opened the doors of the Head Office and walked my way to my desk!

I sat down and started staring around me... I started talking to the many many people who came to my desk to tell me "WELCOME BACKKKK" "OH LINAA, YOURE BACKKK"
I answered the questions, and I commented on my trip, and I tried so hard to understand whats going on.

I'll tell you whats going on....
Whats going on is that I left this very very very same desk... Went awayyyyyy, so far away... physically 18 hours away, 10 hours of time difference away, and a whole new different language away....
................and smoothly walked back to my desk!!!


The desk that still contains my Calendar with all my notes and my little stars on "JULY 23".. and my handwriting saying "CANADA and MEXICO".. WITH A BIG BLACK CIRCLE AROUND MY DATE OF DEPARTTURE.

And the most interesting story is .... the tissue box is still AT THE SAME LOCATION as I left it!
The notes, the papers, the ruler, the calculater, my white jacket, TODO, TODO, TODO!!!!!


I spent 2 whole days questioning my existance... where am I?? Why am I here?? okay so whats the plan??

My poor poor Boyfriend!!!!
I started opening topics like "Whats our plan? Where do you wanna live?? When do we wanna leave??"
My poor boyfriend.. I scared him so much!!!!
"LINA, Where is all this coming from?>??"

This is coming from.... I dont care where this is coming from.... IM BACK..

IM BACK.... FULLY BACK.... not just back to Dubai.. But back to my job... my phone... my customers... my people... my colleages... my meetings... my everything....
The situation at work has improved... and I AM BACKKK:))))))


Im here..Now... Today... Nothing matters but TODAY...

I have decided to STOP thinking about Yesterday and last month, and in 1 month, or in 1 year...

This , I believe, will make me focus on the MORE Important things in Life....
which, by the way, is WONDERFUL....

Just Focus, and LIVE, and ENJOYYYYYY... TODAY!!!!


Signed; Yours truthfully
Lina Del Libano, who is now physically in the office!

epppaaaaaaaaaaaa:)))))











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Del Libano

ChAos 'round

No matter how hard I describe the chaos around me, I will not be able to....

A chaos thats so difficult to describe becoz it carries so many meanings and feelings!

My brother and his 9-month pregnant wife 'Nadyn' have arrived ... theyre here in Lebanon.

My boyfriend has also arrived, here in Lebanon.

My younger brother has also arrived, here in Lebanon.

My friends are still a constant.

Family has magnified.

We spent Christmas Eve dinner with Nadyn's parents and family.. After dinner, a huuuge session of opening gifts took place at their place.

And for Christmas day, My 2 brothers and I went out for lunch.

It was one moment that I cherished and appreciated.

Myself and the 2 boys walking around the streets of Hamra, looking around the shops and the BEIRUT CITY Life . After lunch, there was another walk that led us to a Coffee place for some tea and coffees.

My boyfriend and I meeting up , and exchanging Christmas Presents in the house with his Mom and Dad kamain.

Driving around in Souk Jounieh until we head to Kaslik amidst the 'Classy' Lebanese drinking their Red Wine glasses in the cold winter Lebanese night..

Spending so much time, I repeat, so much time with my friends, my girl friends, doing random outings that were supposed to be "Lets go out for dinner" and ended up with one too many drinks... Or witnessing ,and meeting the violin player, of a Lebanese Band called "Mashrou3 Leila", who I instantly fell in love with.. They reminded me of the Mexican Band I met in Guanajuato... except, here, they are LEBANESE... speaking Lebanese, using Arabic instruments and rhythms, and talking about issues here in Lebanon!

Having a bonding session with my aunt... over the tastes and joys of food... Her and me standing by the Stove and cooking a Vegetarian dish for my Lunch! Taking her advice about how we can make my Vegetarian food actually "TASTE"...

Yes, PURE CHAOS... is what Im experiencing here in Lebanon...

The definition of Chaos, the Meaning of Chaos, ,,, But a Joyful Chaos..... A very joyful Chaos.

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Always Libano

Its true....... the meaning of a "city" is a heavy sensation you instantly feel when you walk its streets, and look around the buildings and its locals.

A 60-year old man speaking to his old friend....sitting next to a mother reading a book to her child;

and a friend meets her friend for a cup of coffee,

and the young crowd choose to pass by a nightclub ,

and the walker and the jogger and the shopper....

The tree that speaks its age; the mountains that gather snow, the Coast that shines and glows , are just a part of my Journey in Libano.

A Rich City .

I parked my car... and started walking in 'Saifi Village' area... Just me and my music...

I was sooooo impressed with the little streets, that take you to alleys with shops and mini-parks, and seats, and flowers.

I went up to my mountain village, and spent a day up there in the FREEZING cold. Literally freezing with semi-snow. I cooked my vegetarian food and shared it with my friends.

I went to the Arabic-est of the Arabic restaurant, who had a "moutrib"/ singer, and a belly dancer, .... Of course, we cant' forget the 'Tabla' the Arabic Drums instrument and the dancing and singing. And the Lebanese Mezza..... the one that takes up the whoooooolleeee table!

I got stuck in Libano Traffic... The rage on the streets, wowwwwww, is something that might be seen as 'scary'. My Lebanese people still share the same driving instinct. Although I have to admit, the traffic signs have been put up people!!!!!

I shared the sensation of having to run down the stairs to put up the 'dijincteure'; or having the Electricity CUT in the middle of the fine winder heavy raining/storming day.

Having said that, the rain is hence 'connected' to the Internet. If the rain starts, the Internet stops.

I celebrated the day of one of the local Lebanese dishes, our Labneh.

all of that.................,

...................would be considered the feeling of a CITY. This is MY CITY in MY COUNTRY.

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How the mixture happens..

I left My friends in July... a very very important stage of my life... I had taken the decision that I AM GOING. and I AM DOING THIS... I am leaving to Mexico and I am so passionate about it.

I return....5 months later,.,.... .. here, now, ahora........

To me, I have returned, with full force.

Its so weird because we can see the tangible difference between the girl who left, and the 'mujer' who returned.

I am appreciating Mexico's affect on me, with everything that I go through. I feel it. Daily.

I have been spending every waking minute with MY FRIENDS,.... These are the people who are part of me!

My best friend who has been my best friends since we were kids. He had lived all his life in Venezuela but at the age of 12 , his family moved back to Lebanon. And we met.... in our Mountain Village.. why??? Because we are from the same village!

His house is practically 5 meters away from my house. I used to call his name out loud, from my kitchen to his room.... we used to communicate like that!!

Now??? I return and we are actually speaking in Spanish??!!!! whattt????

To me, Charbel is the Arabic speaker, the English speaker.... so as soon as we started talking in Spanish , I felt really lost.... I couldnt believe that THIS IS HIM!!! Its the same person!

Its beautiful.. we are now constantly, I MEAN CONSTANTLY, talking in Spanish.. But he is doing the Venezuelano accent and I am sticking to my Mexican accent...

And I tell you... they ARE different.. its like you are saying Lebanese and Jordanian!!!!

and I looove the fact that , now, I know!!!!

My 2 girl friends... who Im so appreciative of the fact that My 2 girl friends are girls who are also boys.. You see? In their bodies, They have this vein ...This vein is called the 'Crazy Vein'... .and we have so so so much in common, its crazy!!!

Put us all together in one room..... My Charbel. My Rana. My Pia. Myself... And you get this very very weird combination of Laughter and Joking and Weird Behavior and Random Talks and Arabic and English and Spanish and Spirituality and Yoga and Women Hormones and Achrafieh and Awkar and lots and lots of Love.

I had missed this feeling. I am now reunited with this feeling.

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Labneh oh Labneh

"Eid il Labneh"... the birthday of Labneh it was!!!!

My friends and I went to " Zico's House " in Hamra... in a little road thats actually hidden, and truthfully is a HOUSE that is turned into a gathering of little events and artists and exhibitions and stuff like that...

This house has the traditional Lebanese look; the very very high ceiling; with the beautifully shaped archs on the balconies, and a gorgeous terrace with old and ancient trees...

This house was celebrating "Eid el Labneh"....

People are supposed to be very stylish/ creative/ original/ with their Labneh creation.... and with the existing Judge Panel, the WINNER IF THE LABNEH IS CHOSEN based on

1) Look of the Labneh

2) Concept of the Labneh

3) Taste of the Labneh

Lina, Charbel, Rana, Pia, Raoul, Mike and Elie walk into "Zico's House" and we were all starving and CRAVING "shee sa7in Labneh".. It turns out... NO HUNGRY PEOPLE NO.... This is NOT a restaurant... This is a Tournament.. so we're all like "wwwwhhhaaaattt?? wain il Labneh???:(((((("

NOW to the real part.... Due to my hunger...and my passion for Labneh... I was nominated to go to the "JURY" and be a "JUDGE" for the Labneh teams...

Here I am... discussing and debating the taste versus the look versus the concept to my fellow judges.... in a closed room... we're all smoking cigarettes while discussing whose Labneh was the Best Labneh....

and .....

and......

I get out.... I hold the microphone.... I CLIMB the chair..... and I introduce myself to the whoooooooooole audience.... and I present the verdict... whilst explaining the logic behind our decision....

It was the FUNNEST NIGHT I have had in ages!!! I felt like I was 15 years old.. pretending to be an older character!!

My friends were cheering with high and loud voices, clapping...

the audience was going craaaazyyyyy, because IT WAS FUN!

We decided that team number 3 was a potential winner but ONLY LOCAL and in the Middle East,.. because we had 2 members in the JURY that were from Bulgaria and Tokyo, and they did not confirm! So Team number 4 would do a better job for exporting but Team bumber 3 would do great LOCAL... hahahaha

ANd listen to the best part...

As you know... We follow (actually I follow) the philosophy of "You are what you eat"... and as team PHARMA LABNEH had the theme of "Labne-dol" and "Labne-C" like Panadol and Vitamin C.... We hope that we are ALWAYS Healthy with what we eat... With this Labneh, we hope that we will be happy, healthy, and always ENJOYING LIFE'S OFFERINGS

and THE WINNER IS ........... TEAM number 1

(croud chearing) wooohoooowwwwwwwwwwww AHHHHHHA yyeaaaaaaa wwoohoowwwwwwwwww

fifteen.... FIFTEEN... I felt like I was FIFTEEENNNNNN

I had a smile on my face, a smile in my heart, a smile in my body, I was surrounded by MY PEOPLE... TALKING my language and my accent..... FIFTEEEN

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One Tamales Please

All right... so a bit of Routine-ness has been established.

1) Yoga... check

2) Walking... check

3) Family... check

4) Friends... checkkidy check

5) Job.,.. no not yet.... starts in January

so I still have one more month of playing around to get back to work and to get back to timelines and deadlines.... PLAY.... So go ahead and PLAY...

We went again to the desert and did our Quad biking session that was just... AMAZINg...My lil brother got lost.. all by his lonesome so as he was trying to find his way back to all of us, his Quad completely stopped (ran out of fuel) and had no money, no lights, no way back...WHAT a feeling.. so started walking back till he could stop a car and get a ride... but other than that, it was AMAZING... the deserts of Dubai are really a gorgeous... you juts need to find activities to do around that theme "The Desert" and you'll be FINE!!!!

I go to Lebanon next week for a whole month to stack up some Lebanon fuel... I plan on becoming a tourist in MY country and really getting to know the place.. the mountains, the villages, its people, and the history.... That should be interesting...

I still sometimes feel like I need to pinch myself and ask if I am REALLY back??? Am I??

I also shut my eyes sometimes and visualize My Mexico at this time, What are my friends doing now? What is the weather like? What are the streets like? What are the smells and noises like? What is the taste of Frijoles like? The real Frijoles.... BLACK beans and not the RED beans that is sold in Dubai! The real Picante.... real Chilli thats tastes ummmm soooo Goooooddddd.

What is Caterina doing? Erin? Khoffee? My hostel? The red house? The pink house? The yellow house?

Ouuufffff, the big man who stands right infront of Hostel Esperances singing "Champurrriiddooooos por Cinco pesossss"... or the Senora at Plaza de Paz selling Fruitas con Chilli... or the Tamales and the Chichorrones.... UUUFFFFFFFFFfffFFFF!!!

What I would do for One Tamales right now!!!!

Or maybe two... one Cheese Tamales and One Sweet Tamales.

I terribly miss it... and it hurts... The distance really hurts.

To date, Every time I want to see what time it is here,... I instantly do the Maths and calculate what time it is in My Mexico.

My Spanish conquest is still going on... I have to watch at least one movie in Spanish per day.. and ALLLL DAY LONG, I listen to Spanish music....

June.... its allllll about June... Knowing Im going back INSTANTLY puts a smile on that face of mine!

My Mexico, My Mexico.... I miss you.

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Walk it for Me....

I have marked my one week "back" in Dubai... But However..... I am NOT "back" in Dubai... I am "in" Dubai... I am "new" to Dubai.

I think I am experiencing something quite interesting... My Liking Thermometer is going from 'Hating' to 'Don't Minding' to 'Liking' to 'Really liking' to 'Falling in love'........ with Dubai!

We went out to the Desert of Um al Quiwein... and rented something ... Not sure what theyre called but they are huge Desert Bikes for the Dunes of the Sahara!

At first, i took the bike and whoooopppp got stuck, once, twice, three times, four..... and then??? It just OPENED ! I was "MOVE OUTTA THE WAY WEEEEEYYYYY" .

I was climbing on bushes, dunes, speeding, ... everything!! I didnt wanna get off.

It was night time, and we were 5.... all together... the desert was limitless, it was all sand, and trees and cactus(the Arabic version), and at one point we all switched off our bikes and lights and LISTENED to the traquility of the desert!

I woke up the next day and HIT THE STREETS!!! Like I had been doing for the past 5 months...

I packed a bag, and a bottle of water... and got out of my house in Um Suqeim... and started walking towards my boyfriends house in Barsha!

I had discovered the inner road from my house to his... the one that does not include aHUGE HIGHWAY WITH 8 LANES of cars... so I started!!!

The walk was beaauutiful.... I was holding my camera and walking and looking and for the FIRST time actually LOOKING at DUBAI!

There were two mini highways that I walked... with loads and loads of cars but that didnt bother me at ALLLL...

I was listening to my music, and i was SINGING , walking, smiling, at some points I was LAUGHINGGG out loud! I was Alone in Dubai and I loved it!

OUTLook- INLook

"Where do you Live, Lina?"

"I live in a place, that has no colors, no roads, no walking, no soul, no identity, I live in Dubai"

This is EXACTLY what I used to say when I was asked about my life back "Home".

This is the harshest judgement I have given , Ever.

and I do have to apologize. Im sorry Dubai.

Waking up in MY house, having slept in MY bed, being close to MY clothes that are in MY closet, spending time with MY family and MY boyfriend and MY set of friends.... is making me realize that hey???? You know what??? I think IIIIII was the one who was colorless, with no soul!

Your life is your CHOICE. Its the way you CHOOSE to live. The friends that you CHOOSE. the activities that you CHOOSE. The routine that you CHOOSE.

The country is a country... leave it alone.....

This sounds waaaayyyyyy to philosophical; and Im scared ! This is a whole new outlook for me... which makes sense in my head.

Its all in your head; and I like it like that......

Vamos a ver, Lets see what the Expiry date of this outlook is.... Im scared!!!

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