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Whenever I’m abroad specifically in London I try to purchase a few magnets bearing the signs of my favorite streets. I hang them everywhere, my fridge, my work cubicle cupboards, my home office. What I enjoy most is the little reality break they provide for me. I’d be immersed in my work and suddenly I’d lift my eyes and I’d see the street sign magnet and right there and then I’m transferred there in an instant.
Today it happened, I was working at home and suddenly I saw the Carnaby street sign. I was momentarily back in the hustling and bustling street, just stepped out from Liberty to be hit with a croissant smell from Pret on my right, the sound of the guitar playing on my left from the street performers, and the lights dancing in the distance from all the decoration while people are milling below and all along the street. I so wish to be there right now.
So I grabbed my camera and took a shot of this street sign, capturing the essence of my wish. Whenever I look at it I remember my day dream and wish for an escape. I can’t wait to be back there.
If you, at this moment, can be wherever you want to be in the world. Where would you be?
What do you do with your foreign coins from your travels? I do have a box for them but I feel that there could be more to them than just putting them away in some box. I usually try to spend them in the airport or exchange them for cash in countries with coin to cash machines but I still always end up with tons of coins.
What do you do with your foreign coins?
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On my last day in London I was wandering sadly & aimlessly through the streets of London. Light snow was falling and the weather was FREEZING. When I stopped dead in my tracks as my eyes fell on Amorino across the
Remember when i told you my dentist had a time constraint?
Although he fixed everything, then ruined everything, i have one month of tooth pain to endure until i can come back and visit him again insha2 allah…
Why?
Because im in…. LONDON BABYYYY (as joey would say!)
Taboon shay min hnak!???? Ma yeredkom ilaa ilsankom, well asabe3kom in this case since ur typing with them…
😀
Gateau Aux Neux, a famous cake from Zurcher Confiserie in Montreux, Montana Honey, two shoes, two YSL socks, a souviner from Cannes, i guess it should be an ashtray but we could use it for pins, and a box of Milka chocolates that Bu Tootee adores
These are the last things he is ever getting from his mom :~(
Well, he had (and still has by the time this post was written) a grin filling his whole face…
I do not know how can he smile regarding this… i was in tears the whole time?
I guess the reality of his mom not being there anymore haven’t sank in yet…
He was smelling the things, everything… taking big deep breaths, as if trying to smell his mom … stroking the bags, smelling each one in turn, making up stories “oh this bag if from the plane for sure… she must have bought somethign onboard” and “oh this one is from the supermarket near home!!!” … etc… There was a wollen vest, he wore it even though it will make him itch & boil, he did not care,he wouldn’t take it off even now that im writing this post and he is having dinner!!!! W3lya maskeen :~(
He couldn’t wait for his dinner to end so we would drink tea with the gateau… I remember him telling her about us nearly missing our train out of montreux last year because we tried to get ourselves a gateau before we left… so we chose interlakken over the gateau! She remembered, of course she would, it was just her kind of thing allah yer7amha… and this year she brought us one… i recall once i had said something about me craving a sugar and spice cake, the next day it was at my door… ordered by her and picked up especially by her and delivered to me… :~(
Allah yer7emich khalty. Mashkoora o ma gasartay… allah ye’3amid roo7ich il janna insha2 allah :~(
Leave you with the pix…
The White Shoe
The Honey...
Milka Chocolate
Cannes Souvenier
Bu Tootee wearing the wool sweater & looking @ the soo'3a :~(
Gateau Wrapping...
Gateau Au Noix Box
The Gateaux...
By the way… i don’t know if the cake is edible after two month? Do you think i should tell him gently that we cannot eat it?
Two months ago, she was just getting off the plane, coming home from her yearly european trip…
Her plane was delayed, she was tired, she had a high blood pressure condition, and on the day she arrived, tommorow would be first day of shahar ramadan, su7oor and preperations and all,which means she had slept for only two hours… before collapsing the very next day from a hypertensive intracerebral hemorrhage (i.e. Bleeding inside the brain because her high blood pressure caused a vein to explode)… her collapse put her into a coma… and two weeks later… she was gone.
Her death shook Bu Tootee, my hubby, very very badly. He is mama’s boy, and he had talked to her a little while before her collapse, making plans to meet with her tonight to go to their relatives for ramadan greetings. She told him she was tired today, she might do it tommorow… little did he know that was their last conversation together…
and now, two months later, 45 days after she passed away. One of his brothers calls him, comes over … and gives him a bag with many little bags inside. Telling him this is his mama’s soogha… as prepared by her the night she arrived!!!
My dear Bu Tootee … he cannot stop smiling!!! He had something to do so he dropped me home with the bag, promising he will be back soon insha2 allah to see it’s content, afraid what is inside might spoil in the car… he is the silent type, he won’t say what goes in his heart… he dreams of his mama almost every day… and im sure tonight he will have some thanking to do if he dreams about her…
It is kinda morbid. It is a bag of goodies chosen with love from a person who touched those, packed those, and merely hours later, she was brain dead! She was the kind of person who would open her suitcases the moment she got home, not resting until everything was cleared up and all sowaye’3 (gifts) where put in bags for their recievers… I know this is the last time ever he is recieving something from his mama, i don’t know what to do, do i film it for him? him opening it? I am sure we are both keeping every wrapper from every chocolate we see in that bag… but still…
If you had read the book P.S. I Love You (no, watching the stupid movie where heroin is the ugliest hollywood actress and cast as an american who happens to cross paths with an irish hearthrob, bulldozing away the whole story line, doesnt count)… again if u had read the book, and wept, you would remember with dread the day she recieved the last letter from her dead husband, and how she felt that if she had opened it, thats it! no more things from him? i had been worrying about that chapter and about that letter since i read the first page of the book… and here it is something similar…
I think im going to cry a bit… still waiting for Bo tootee to come home… i kept the bag in the corridor cause im a bit spooked by it actually… i will give a description of its content later… brb
***** UPDATE ******
I took pictures of the whole thing…. i wrote a post about it… i will publish it in a little while…
*****UPDATE 2******
Pictures are available in the next post i have just published… he is happily wearing one of the shoes today for work :~)
Today… i was standing in Zara home… looking at the spoons, some sappy song by JLo blaring by, and suddenly a sick siiiiiick feeling washed over me and settled in my stomach…
I just want to be in London, like, RIGHT NOW!!!
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