hello everyone...
i have to finish all that happened when i was in India,...
i know!!
but for now, im short forming it.... i am in spain, in valencia...
after leaving india, june 29, i went to london for a day, went to the buckingham palace, ha ha, saw the changing of the guards, and i saw the westminister abbey.... i just walked around all day, in such a COMPLETELY different world then what i was completely immersed in (and am SO thankful for) for 7.5 months.... then i headed to the airport to sleep, as the next morning i had a flight to Italy, to Milan... and then would head over, find my way to Rototam, the best ever festival.... most amazing festival i have ever experienced..... i arrived july 1- the day before it began.....
i was coming with no tent, fresh off the plane from india, henna-d up, READY FOR REGGAE!!! and let me tell you... it was amazing... i would love to go into the details, but i will say that out of 11 nights of sleep there, i danced right through 6 of them until sunrise the next morning.... and i ended up on stage with one of my favourite artists, the one i once sent many of you a link to.... michael franti.... an amazing human being.... rototom was so so so amazing.... my family there were from spain...i met these lovely human beings on the train-venture towards the festival, and i ended up sleeping under their tent and shelter and in it the whole time.... with crazy rain storms and all.... it was a team effort, and they made me feel so at home.... at those rare times when i was there.... often i came back to crash.... ha ha...
afterwords, i went with some lovely lovely friends from madrid, lucia and ana.... we hitch-hiked to venezia where we walked around, and slept in some little plant filled street....
afterwords, i took a train all the way down to sicily... and to be honest i hardly saw it, but i ended up meeting an older palestinian man, and he introduced me to his neighbours who were 3 young sicilian lovely guys, whom i stayed with for a couple days! they cooked me sicilian pasta and rice.... we hung out.... i needed to recover from rototam, and they became my family for a few days.... then i went up to pescara, on the sea, and i hung out with a friend from Tanzania i met at rototam, i slept in a tent beside the ocean for a few days.... it was lovely to just relax on the beach.... drink a lot of coffee...well cappucinos.... amazing....
then i hitch-hiked all the way to rome, with so much lovely assistance from human beings..... there are many faces, and many names i cannot remember who helped me along this way, with directions, or food, or driving.... i caught the longest ride with angelo.... a 60 year old man from roma, he had a big motor on his truck to deliver... and he picked me up, and then took me out after for the BEST spaghetti, and steak (weird, i am eating meat again.... when in rome, do as the romans do ya know??).. . and amazing wine and sparkling water, which i love.... and tiramisu and then cafe... wow..... amazing meal.... clearly, every bit was amazing...
but after the wine... well..... angelo became a bit bizarre, so he took me to the train station, and i slept there on the floor for the night..... and then i did the next night also..... it was fairly safe on the main floor, as there are people cleaning and stuff all night, but there was a moment the first night when i awoke to a fairly stinky man lying almost nooked into my body, ha ha.... i lost the desire pretty quickly to sleep at that point.... so i had a nap the next day in a beautiful garden as i wandered rome...
while there i saw the colloseum, the pantheon, the popes 'hangouts'....st pietros cathedral, and the vatican... i wandered and saw all the sites, and the plazas and ate amazing gelatos, and just existed in shnazzy rome, while i was sleeping in the train station... it was actually so great my whole situation in italy..... i did not pay to sleep the whole time.... and for much of it i hitchiked or was graced with friendly human beings along the way.....
then i left rome.... i was almost late for my flight, for no logical reason at all, in fact i stopped for a coffee at the airport, and this pushed the timing a bit more... so much so that my bag was not put on the flight, and when i arrived in spain, i had to wait 2 days for my bag.... and they took my beloved swiss army knife.....
but, i arrived in barcelona, spain that same night, obviously slept in the airport..... woke up the next morning, and found a train ticket to go to valencia... borrowed a flamenco- dancing-woman's phone to call claire and say.... ím on my way....
when i got off the train, claire was there waiting, along with mo.... a lovely man from mali i met a few years ago when i came to visit claire here in Valencia, and have a lot of love for... and maybe a future with too... eeeek.... i met claire many years ago when i was away on university exchange in Adelaide, Australia....it is her roots, and i respected her right from the beginning....and now she is married to a man from Argentina, Flavio- he is a capoeira master, and a funny random man, and together, the two of them are a lovely duo of humanity.... conscious, caring, logical, and free-spirited... all at the same time...so much respect!
so that brings me to almost now.... now, its been a just under 2 weeks that i have been here.... going to the beach almost every day.... claires house is like 5 minutes away, and her house they have squatted, meaning they do not pay rent, but it is a lovely home.... and i even have my own room while i am here.... which is lovely... spending lots of time with mo... meeting many friends and seeing capoeira.... and sometimes just chillin, contemplating options for the future.....
and i have the intention to leave here, early september, to come home, pee my pants in excitement to be home and see all my family and kensingon drum community... EEEEK.... then clean myself up, get myself in order, and GET A JOB!!!! this is really important, im maxed out.... so honestly.... i am putting the call out to anyone who can help me!! i have a university degree in sociology and womens studies, and i would love to work in some sort of community/social/activist organization maybe with recent immigrant human beings, women.... empowering, organizing, moving lives forward.... this is the more grand wish, but even intially upon arrival in canada, i could also work in a restaurant or something on a smaller, less professional scale.... SO, if anything comes up, please think of me, and pass on my contact into, or pass it on to me.... by mid-september i will be back in toronto!!!!
and i am so happy to see all of your very very lovely faces!!!!!!!!!!!! and also will be a bit in shock to realize that this trip has come full circle... and i am returning to my roots again..... i feel it now... but with such difference, and with such different outlooks and possibilities for the future.. but eager to use all this energy again for the betterment of others... i believe in this, so i move towards this....
in the meantime, i have started to blog it.... yep, people told me of this, and well, i am a bit slow with technology, but i am in!! i have posted some of my beginning India e-mails, and a couple recent wrtiings from recent times.... and i will put more bits and pieces there as well... feel free to spread the consciousness around.... through my writing, and even moreso with your own voices and hearts and lives.... http://mycuriosityofbalanceindifference.blogspot.com/
i love you!!!!!
love sunni lady
p.s. the 2 pics...one was recently sent to me from my trek to the himalayas with my burmese monk friends, and my canadian brother wade.... the second is from the train en route to rototam reggae festival!!!!!!
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