Dance as poetry and poetry as dance. Dancing at the museo miró in barcelona. Saturday, November 29, 2014. I choreographed that one, or tried, hours spent devising moves from a limited vocabulary. I danced the other one. first the Hunter then the Wolf,. Never the lover, the brazen youth, but the comic, the animistic antihero. And now in my mental curriculum vitae, I mix them up.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015. Another visit to Aiea Heights to stay with wonderful friends. Again they gave me the teahouse as my cottage in paradise. It was wonderful to avoid the terrible weather back home. Closet doors by John Young. The view of Pearl Harbor from my lanai. Kuma, my guard dog. Took a daytrip around the island with stops in Northshore.

A lifestyle blog with occasional travel, impromptu writes and quirky moments all jotted down in a modern day diary, preferably over a cuppa tea. Nay, our tour guide and friend. My favourite was mohinga! It reminds me of what we have in Singapore known as mee siam. Snacks from the local market. I always believe that food brings people together. With the slower paced .