Archive for Category: "culture"
When I first moved to Parma, I thought I’d died and gone to food heaven. It was unbelievable. I stuffed my face with torta fritta (fried bread) and prosciutto ham. I drowned pasta in parmesan cheese. I devoured countless kinds of gelato, gorged on tiramisu, sloshed glass after glass of red wine down my neck, skipped glibly from restaurant to restaurant to sample new pasta combinations.
As you may have gathered from my previous article on hippies in Arambol, when I first encountered an organisation called ‘Balanced View,’ I didn’t like them. I still don’t like them to be honest. However, as I set to work on an article about the pitfalls of atheism I realised that there was a contradiction afoot that I must now address
I spent a lot of this year in churches. In my foreigners-only church, we sit in the small front chapel of a Chinese church and listen to the pastor, whose name is actually Shane Sauce (his wife’s name is Star Sauce… really though), preach. We sing worship songs with the choir. We stand on our feet and clap, and sometimes we cry. And there is always prayer.
Movies like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, The Holiday, and Notting Hill had built an image in our minds that whenever we travel to a different country, there’s a possibility that we could meet a very attractive/romantic guy who could sweep us off our feet. A man who will hold our hand while strolling through their country’s finest tourist spots
“Do you want to drive, or should I?” My boyfriend Jarl and I were renting (or “hiring” as the English say) a car to move from the temporary flat we had been living in for the last couple of months since arriving in London, across the city to a new flat