Travellling

 Wikipedia - "Travel is the movement of people or objects (such as airplanes, boats, trains) and other conveyances) between relatively distant geographical locations"

Now once that little travelling virus has bitten
There is not much you can do BUT to fulfill that urge
As it grows like a tree, uncut, untamed into your soul
It spreads it's virus into every nook and cranny
Urging you
Prompting you
to fulfill the need like a drug.

I have stayed in many countries and have friends in many but most importantly my family stay in the USA

My most memorable is:-  Kenya

Working up north at the Tanzanian border
A small tribe (in those days unknown) stayed called: "Rendile"
We worked with the founders of the organization: "Nick & Lynn Swanepoel"

 These guys herd camels and livestock.
Their entire lives revolve around their animals 
Their distinctive source of food is: the blood of their animals.
During the dry months the animals become very thin due to being "over-bled" 

My first word that I learned there was: "Dubrok" = which literally means "Get your ass out of the way"
That's the polite way of saying: "Please move aside"

Now I have traveled to Europe
The America's but my next favourite spot is:

Angola

I stayed for more than two (2) year, during the war period in a town called : Lobito
On an island, in this beautiful house

 (when you look at this photo, we stayed towards the end on the right hand side)

This is the house we stayed in.

This was still during the internal war that had been raging.
Oh how I cried and wept there
The heartache was tremendous
You never rode anywhere in your landrover without your personal guardas (guards).

But oh, the beauty of some of the places .....

 Praia da Baía Azul - my faovurite swimming spot

Conclusion - I need to travel this year - it's burning here in my soul .....

FAIRY TALES

WIKIPEDIA - Fairy tale or, as preferred by some academics, märchen is a type of folktale that typically features supernatural beings and fantastical characters, such as fairies, goblins, elves, trolls, dwarves, giants, mermaids or gnomes and are usualy magically orientated.

Only a small number of the stories refer to fairies.
The stories may nonetheless be distinguished from other folk narratives such as legends and explicitly moral tales, including beast fables.
In less technical contexts, the term is also used to describe something blessed with unusual happiness, as in "fairy tale ending" (a happy ending or "fairy tale romance" (though not all fairy tales end happily). Colloquially, a "fairy tale" or "fairy story" can also mean any far-fetched story or tall tale.

As a little girl, my mom was a book fanatic and started libraries on the most strangest and remotest of places and I guess I could kinna read before I walked type of thing ..... and my greates joy was fairy tales.

My saddest: "The Little Match Stick Girl/The Tinder Box" & "Godfather Death"
My happiest: "Cinderella" & "Sleeping Beauty"
My "I don't care a damn about you": "Hansel & Grettle"
My most frightening : "Blue Beard" - well for a little girl it is .....
You bore me to tears: "The King Who Would Have a Beautiful Wife"
The most intriguing: "The Princes & the Pea"
You gross me out: "The Nunda, Eater of People"

I have allways been a dreamer of note.

 

As a little girl, playing as a five year old at my parents tea plantation at Sapekoe, in my moms huge garden, I would take these flowers (Fuschia's) that looked like ballarinas, then break off some of the green leaves on top, pull off the stamina at the bottom and only leave 2, it looks like 2 feet and they would make beautiful ballerina's or princesses.

 I lived in a world, all my own, filled mostly with happiness and joy

I have always been infatuated with horses, my whole life
I have good memories, my dad made my first set of reigns, he plaited them with fine leather for my first horse A thorough bred mare - "Boer" perd (horse) ... brown, with a white stripe

 My faovurite horse was old 'Geel" (yellow)
Was the uglies old "soul" you have ever seen 
With him I would ride over the mountains into oblivion ... into a world where I reigned queen supreme
I would sit on this horses back (no saddle)  and sing from the top of my lungs "We three kings of orient are"
With my horse I lived a fairy tale.
I believed, that all would be well ....

Oh for my youth
My dear youth ..
Now ...
Sadness and heartache is my constant companion
Where joy and peace should reign supreme .....