wishlist - #3, #4

Malaga

I wanna go to Malaga. I have an aunt there and my mom proposed me to go there this summer. I can't wait to see the palm trees and the beach, the beautiful-colored sea and the waves' crests. I wanna photograph the landscapes and I wanna try to eat a lot of Mediterranean specialties. I never tried sea fruits or shells or even many kinds of fish. I don't usually eat fish, I don't like it that much, but if I went to Malaga, swear I would try a lot of new meals.
Oh, and I wanna see what Casanovas are those beautiful charmful latin guys they say! And I am sure I will meet many "Romanian" people, so I'll have to keep an eye on my pockets and bag and money!!!!!! I'm not soooo excited about this trip, I'm not even sure if I go or not, but it's another chance for me to escape, thing I wish for, so I can't say I'm indifferent. Malaga, hope I'll come! :-)

Austria - Vienna, Innsbruck, Salzburg

I dream of Vienna for a few years and it's sad that I haven't got the chance to go there. But this summer I believe I will create it! I'm so nervous about this, because I may not have money to spend them on a trip like this, but I'd go there by feet, doesn't matter, I just want to get to this unbelievable place. Its history, its imposing, its sobriety, its style, its charm lays in education and culture. I couldn't go there and act like junkie, having nowhere to stay and no money. I wanna go there and actually can afford such a lifestyle. I wanna go there and meet all of Vienna's qualities right into the face, having no complex about myself in such a different world and civilization. Vienna - only the name gives me a strong thrill. If I go there, there's no way to come back, unless I really cannot get along with the ugliest language ever - German.

Innsbruck, for me, means skiing. Means Ski Jumping, means Gregor Schlierenzauer and Thomas Morgenstern, Sport Verein Innsbruck-Bergisel. Means visiting the Bergisel Hill and getting face-to-face with those two gorgeous and amazing ski jumpers I love, I cried for, I got happy for, I lived all the hard moments of the competitions as well as they did and I dreamt of one or another winning tournaments and contests and qualifications and everything for years. Can't wait to get there and get authographs :x

Salzburg for me is the image of the classical perfection. I expect to listen to Mozart everywhere in town, I expect everybody to act just like in Mozart's time, to be dressed like back then, not so many cars and not such a variety of appeals. I know that perfection is the only thing I will not meet there, but I keep dreaming. I wanna visit Mozart's home. I want Mozarts everywhere!

wishlist - #2

I so miss Paris. I miss remembering Paris and visiting Paris. Night and day, anytime. I hate hundreds of photos from Paris a great deal more memories from Paris. I fell inlove with the lights. The light's city. Tour Eiffel, Tour Montparnasse, Montmartre, Cartierul Latin, Au Lapin Agile, Musee D’Orsay, Le Louvre, Moulin Rouge, Place Pigalle, Place de Clichy, Barbes-Rochechouart, Champs Elysees, Place de la Madeleine, Sacre Coeur, Jardin Du Luxembourg, La Seine, Batobus, Saint Germain de Pres, Notre Dame de Paris, Arc de Triomphe, Les Galeries Lafayette, Tabac de la Sorbonne, Academie Nationale de Musique, Les Halles, Versailles, Irish Pub in the Latin Neighbourhood, Boulangerie, Ecole de Medecine, Place de la Concorde, Saint Lazare, Charles de Gaulle Aeroport, Rue Mansart and the internet cafe-ul from Rue Fontaine I guess, Rue Blanche, the ex-house of Serge Lama, the african, south-american and stuff exposition at the Louvre, “Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite”, “Bon jour”, orange fresh and croissant for breakfast, lots of photos and the lights of Tour Eiffel in the evening, Quick and the delicious from the market in Place Pigalle. Sadness and depression that were to hide an incommensurable happiness, hiding to cry while drying my hair with that amazing hairdryer in the bathroom of the Royal Mansart hotel… and the French woman who was cleaning up the tables in the morning, after breakfast, a typical French woman, with a big butt. If I ever get to Paris again, I won't come back. I can;t be happy with a week or two of beauty and harmony of the landscape, of colour and life, of heat and cold, of the Seine and of hot chocolate with traditional croissants. Months are not enough for me to visit Le Louvre, Minutes are not enough for me to contemplate Gioconda. A week ain't enough to visit Montmartre. A day's not enough for me to shop at Les Halles. I can't fit in a few days of walking down the Seine until I get lost in the opposite districts to where I would stay and I can't feel my feet anymore. I need months, years, decades, lives te discover Paris. And I don't have enough money too stay there as long as I want. Five lives if I had to live and I would spend them in Paris. Take a walk in Jardin du Luxembourg daily, meditate and admire the great colours of the flowers and the striking green of the small trees, all the fountains in the whole city - I would photograph them and let them know they are a part of me, of my heart. Follow people speaking the worst French ever, spoken on the streets and at those thousands of cafe's on the pavements of Paris, to steal the accent and try to imitate them and then laugh at myself in my mind. To imagine how would it be for me to get married at the Madeleine Church and have the wedding party at the second level of Tour Eiffel or at George V. To wear a Chanel dress and pearl jewelry. Living “un rêve éternel”. To hear “Marie la polonaise” in the background at night and at daytime - old happy French music in Montmartre, just like in the movies. But life beats the movie, it would be real! I wanna get to see La Defense and photograph the imitation of the Arc de Triomphe. To be a doctor at Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital and speak French fluently. I'm dreaming... I'm only dreaming… I'm still dreaming and I don't want to wake up under no circumstances until this will stop being a dream! Last tango in Paris… Aux, Champs Elysees, La Marseillaise!

wishlist - #1

Bienvenida a Tijuana!

I wanna visit Tijuana. Not only for "tequila, sexo, marijuana", but also for the landscapes, for the language, for the traditions and for the air of Mexico. The beach there is amazing, just like the whole west coast of the Americas.
I wanna smell the danger on the streets of Tijuana and be afraid of going downtown at night. I wanna meet drug-dealers and not to know they are drug-dealers, to see what wonderful people (or not) they are.
I wanna surf the waves of the Tijuana beach and stare at the Mexican surfers' muscles, while enjoying a Surfer Cocktail on my chair. I wanna listen to the Mariachi in the restaurants and I wanna read in Spanish whatever I see there.
I wanna go to Tijuana and take photos everywhere, just like those desperate Chinese tourists, but the difference is that I would stare at all the things surrounding me.

I wanna take a walk around Tijuana and sing Manu's "Bienvenida a Tijuana" and "Clandestino", por que no creo que alguna vez voy a volver, asi que voy a ser para siempre "La Clandestina".

Welcome to Tijuana!