by Rebecca Earley | May 18, 2015 | Inspiration |
So I have been on the pursuit of happiness for some time now. I have been bulldozing through my life and uprooting all that is not good enough. It is a blind faith that has no real direction but instinct. You have no idea what the future will hold, but you trust that there is something better. Over the course of my recent trip to Portugal, happiness manifested itself in various forms. It was something as simple as sunshine on my face and blue skies with no clouds in sight. Or discovering new places and being taken aback by their beauty. To continuing down an unknown path only to discover one of the most amazing surprises at the end, like a gorgeous sunset overlooking Lisbon and one of the best wine bars I have ever experienced. It has been meeting new people who are kind when I am feeling lonely, like the two Belgians that shared breakfast with me, or Mr. João, at O João‘s restaurant in Lagos who beheaded and deboned my fish, and shared his memories of traveling to the States. It has been something as simple as having a really great meal, a great glass of wine, or tea and strawberries with whipped cream, while enjoying an amazing view, and realizing that I had nowhere else to be except for a date with my book in that moment. But I did not witness what I would call “pure happiness” until I was in the waiting room of the private hospital of Lagos, after my fragile spine had been thrown out again. I was surrounded by elderly couples all sitting...
by My Paris Story | May 8, 2015 | Inspiration |
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