Life on The Road in London Isn’t Waiting For Me, So I’ll Carpe Diem It Myself
In Israel, we have this super famous singer named Chava Alberstein. She’s surprisingly well known outside of Israel too. She’s got this one song called “London” in which she describes that she’s going to London and she’ll be so busy shopping, strolling through the different and exotic, dining out, and attending high-class entertainment venues. At the end of the chorus she says something genius and profound,“London’s not waiting for me. There, also, I’ll be alone.”
And she’s right. We can get as busy as we want, as productive and time-management-y as we wish, but we are who we are wherever we’ll be. Same shit different day. Same me different continent. Yes, and no. Yes, because I can’t escape who I am and what gnaws at in the silent chambers of my soul no matter how far I go. No, because when you travel, you’re not busy with carpool, cleaning the house, running errands, and being productive trying to scotch-tape the breaking pieces of your life in place. And no because when you travel slowly, you’re not busy with logistics, seeing all the sights, and all the flotsam and jetsam of being on the move, and you can do some serious dream-come-true-making through mental, physical, and spiritual renunciation that you simply could not back home.
So, we went to London many years ago, eons before the kids were born, once with my little brother while chasing our favorite rock star Mika, and yes, we want to go again with the kids for our newest insanity plan.
Once Upon A Time In A Land Far, Far Away
We went on vacation to London on the way to Israel and it was everything people do on your ten-day vacation. Besides the fact that it was not. Coming from super economic Houston, Texas, we were shocked by the costs, but were thrilled to feel a bit cultured. Back then we were not aware of all that we are now and how it flowed to have to find our own place. I believe it was a youth hostel and that maybe, somehow we booked it online. What I remember most was this amazing keeper/student who worked there who shared with me some of his really tough mom stories and gave us a CD with some cool, interactive Spanish-learning programs and some all-awesome anatomy and physiology program he was exploring just for the pure fascination of learning. Imagine that! I remember seeing Big Ben and finding those thick, black-framed fake glasses that the youth group girls would steal when they had a hot date that we bought in Camden Market. I liked that trip, rain, fog, and all.
Once Upon A Time On a Stage Far, Far Away
My little brother came to see us in Israel years back. This was before The Nomadic Family was even a conceptual drool-over-this-one idea but well after baby number three in three years. I was super busy running a trauma therapy and life coaching practice and running evening parenting group courses and he was chillin out on vacation. “Gabi, come hear this new artist. He’s a-maz-ing!” Minutes after I barked at him to leave alone because can’t he recognize a busy woman when he sees one, we were both dancing like madmen to “Young Today” by MIKA, full blast in the bomb shelter room with the door closed, so as not to awaken my sleeping kids.
This awakened in me a madness that included but was not limited to staying up till 3 am night after night watching every video clip and interview of Mika I could find on YouTube, paying 200 pounds for tickets that should have cost me 20, and doing two follow-that-band tour runs with my brother in two different countries. Kobi was a dear, but that lady that talked to me incessantly on my first-class flight was not. I put earplugs in and pretended to go to sleep until she caught on that I was not interested in spending my one and only ten-hour international flight giving her free therapy. So, I told you that we are stubborn and really good at getting what we want (while pissing off many), and so we got to visit with Mika twice behind stage. Did I mention that we are so lucky and blessed and grateful and that he is the sexiest, studliest, nicest guy on the globe?
If I can find some video footage or pictures of me with Mika, I’ll add it here. But he was a dear, and so was his mom and his sister Jasmine. Oh, the fun of feeling that free! And with my beloved little brother too! No words to describe how grateful I was.
One Day In A Land Far, Far Away
And we hope to end up in London again one day, when we live out our insanity plan but maybe because we won’t stay full-time nomadic for long, it will become a summer vacation thing. Either way, we’re working round the clock to bribe the kids into some sort of a sugar-coated bribe, and at the same time, we know that we will eventually get to share with them all the magic of Europe, which we know so little about. Kobi and I have been to London and Amsterdam; I’ve been to Belgium and Germany. We’ve got a lot more Europe to explore.
Now In A Land So Very Close
We’re about to check out of Hard Rock Hotel in Penang, Malaysia where we had the most rockin time imaginable. We’ve all been treated to the spa, we’ve all indulged in three- five meals a day and have loved every single thing we’ve ordered. Unreal experience minus the extra thigh and butt handles, which is also a learning experience. You know how someone voted off the island in Survivor gets that first meal and pigs out? Well, Klaf family, the Nomadic Family, welcome to luxury. “Heaven and Hell went for a walk one day through the most delicious buffets on the planet” is how I would start the joke.
So, I’m in the pool area where I made my very first dedicated-readers-only video, and was near the Rock Spa, on the orange hammock where I started my second dedicated-readers-only video, and I’m thinking that this is going to be so much fun. Like a slumber party with all of your best friends, those of you who want to get some of the insider stuff that no one else, who want to read the posts that will never go public, you come here with me, and bring your PJ. It’s my little thank you for all of you who silently watch our videos late at night, who travel vicariously through us, who dream and find a bit of their soul in my babblings. So, So, to join the mailing list, add your name to the rss of the blog to get every post to your inbox or write me on the contact form stating that you want to get the newsletter and I’ll just add you to the list that gets the newsletter. I’ll add you to the list, with great joy and honor.
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Thank you dearly,
Gabi, Kobi, Solai, Dahnya, and Orazi
royal building- http://www.morguefile.com/creative/mur308
Image courtesy of tethairwen (Big Ben)
Image courtesy of bazzo2006 (London’s street at night)