Culture, Shock!
I know I know, it has been quite some time since my last blog. Truth be told I am busy, and I am becoming increasingly annoyed by the internet option here. Apologies to all.
I am alive though. And well. A good combination of ways to be. I have been working hard, longer days and more of them (had 9 days on and three off rather than the 8 and four.) Our buffet service went in at the cafe and has surprisingly gone very well. When you think buffet you may be one of the many who thinks lunchroom cafeteria, and yes it is somewhat similar. But the food is goodand the service is so much easier. Hurrah! The tourists are coming in droves these days. It is somewhat chaotic but fun in the midst of the bugsprayed, overdressed swarms.
I was more than happy to take off from Milford during my days off. Not to say I am growing tired of the place, but a nice city diversion was necessary. Tara and I borrowed our friend's 1991 Ford Laser and drove the 5 hours to Dunedin. We treated ourselves to good food and drinks, christmas shopping and two (yes two!) movies. The Constant Gardener, beautifully shot and amazing landscapes and music... predictable ending but good acting overall if all a bit depressing and slow. The Common Thread, a french film about a girl who becomes pregnant and must quit her job at the supermarket to avoid the questions and is then hired by a seamstress to work on the most exquisite embroidery work and the find their common bond etc. etc. Lovely film with nice fabrics.
Yes, so I am craving a bit of culture. I don't exactly feel like a city girl in the country. I can fit in well here in our campground surroundings and do enjoy the serenity and oppressive granduer of the mountains surounding me, but I also think once you go city it is hard to go back. I met a woman from Jamaica Plain yesterday and I questioned her incessantly, lusting after Boston news, shared restaurants, the Red Sox.... talk of the Globe or Big Dig. I find I am missing the bustle and grime a bit. I am missing 24 hours and most of all I am missing anonymity. As a somewhat loner and happy observer of the world and people, I am finding it difficult to get that stimulation. In a community of 200 "locals" even if you are not known, you are known of. You cannot observe quietly the daily lives, and observing tourists is predictable and dull.
I must wrap this up, but wish you all the most happy thanksgiving! I will be thinking of my lovely ones on the other side of the earth. My wonderful mother sent me a wonderful package of thanksgiving and holiday reminders and so I will hold a small ritual of celebration in thanks for all of you and of my own good fortune. Eat well my friends!
I know I know, it has been quite some time since my last blog. Truth be told I am busy, and I am becoming increasingly annoyed by the internet option here. Apologies to all.
I am alive though. And well. A good combination of ways to be. I have been working hard, longer days and more of them (had 9 days on and three off rather than the 8 and four.) Our buffet service went in at the cafe and has surprisingly gone very well. When you think buffet you may be one of the many who thinks lunchroom cafeteria, and yes it is somewhat similar. But the food is goodand the service is so much easier. Hurrah! The tourists are coming in droves these days. It is somewhat chaotic but fun in the midst of the bugsprayed, overdressed swarms.
I was more than happy to take off from Milford during my days off. Not to say I am growing tired of the place, but a nice city diversion was necessary. Tara and I borrowed our friend's 1991 Ford Laser and drove the 5 hours to Dunedin. We treated ourselves to good food and drinks, christmas shopping and two (yes two!) movies. The Constant Gardener, beautifully shot and amazing landscapes and music... predictable ending but good acting overall if all a bit depressing and slow. The Common Thread, a french film about a girl who becomes pregnant and must quit her job at the supermarket to avoid the questions and is then hired by a seamstress to work on the most exquisite embroidery work and the find their common bond etc. etc. Lovely film with nice fabrics.
Yes, so I am craving a bit of culture. I don't exactly feel like a city girl in the country. I can fit in well here in our campground surroundings and do enjoy the serenity and oppressive granduer of the mountains surounding me, but I also think once you go city it is hard to go back. I met a woman from Jamaica Plain yesterday and I questioned her incessantly, lusting after Boston news, shared restaurants, the Red Sox.... talk of the Globe or Big Dig. I find I am missing the bustle and grime a bit. I am missing 24 hours and most of all I am missing anonymity. As a somewhat loner and happy observer of the world and people, I am finding it difficult to get that stimulation. In a community of 200 "locals" even if you are not known, you are known of. You cannot observe quietly the daily lives, and observing tourists is predictable and dull.
I must wrap this up, but wish you all the most happy thanksgiving! I will be thinking of my lovely ones on the other side of the earth. My wonderful mother sent me a wonderful package of thanksgiving and holiday reminders and so I will hold a small ritual of celebration in thanks for all of you and of my own good fortune. Eat well my friends!
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