DUBLIN TO COLOMBIA | Valentina Duracinsky: DUBLIN TO COLOMBIA

December 19, 2015

DUBLIN TO COLOMBIA

Dublin November 1

Dublin was amazing.

I almost want to leave it at that. I'm going to have to look up synonyms for amazing. I had fun and met the most wonderful people and that is the best. Meeting people who make you want to never leave, who make you want to hug them because they are so open and inviting and kind and fun (but if you're me, you sit rather quietly and smile and people ask you if you're okay, which you are, but HELLO resting bitch face + shyness).

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I went to Dingle for Other Voices (which I kept calling Other Lives, my friend's band. Now I really want them to do Other Voices. Everyone would be so wonderfully confused) with my friend Luke and his lovely friend Daire. We joined Stevie and Myles and a whole lot of people who were all slightly hungover from the night before. We flew over during a storm and the turbulence during landing was one of the most frightening experiences of my life. I wanted to call my mom and tell her I loved her. Actually, I sat there wondering if I could write it down in my journal, and then maybe they would find it, you know, after we all died, and give it to my mom. Then I wondered if the journal would just burn with the rest of us. My thoughts were so dark. But the weekend was lovely. So many gin & tonics (with Dingle gin!) Even Glen H. asked me if I was okay. But at 4am, I was a bit tired which makes it harder to repress resting bitch face. I think Stevie and I discovered that there is a time during the night where I very suddenly go from 'tired but still good' to 'grumpy and I'm going the fuck home'. Good thing to know from now on. On a rainy Monday we all made our way back to Dublin.

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(above: baker face & baker hair-do)

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I would wake up at 5:30am to learn from the wonderful people at the Fumbally and from the genius Katie Sanderson, who I had been following on instagram but had never met in real life... So talented and calm in the kitchen. I now want nothing more than to experiment with fermentation and pickling. My days in the Fumbally Stables were incredible. Even though I would come home completely exhausted and feeling way too full from sampling all the cakes we were making, I wanted to go back every day and experiment more. (I also don't need anyone to tell me about the negative effects of sugar on the body. I tooootally get it now.)

Myles lent me his beautiful, amazing Gibson for which I was so grateful. Sadly, I didn't do anything musical during the month. It made me wonder how I could say "I'm a musician" if I didn't do a thing. But Myles kept introducing me to people as one, saying the kindest things and boosting my confidence by 1000%. I'll get there.

And way up on the list of good times, is getting to do most things with one of my favorite people in the world. I stayed with Stevie and his housemate Marisa (check out her project, Connect the Dots) and was so happy. I discovered Stevie can sing. We had loads of fun. We are professional fish taco makers now.

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I learned that I can live with so much less... I lived out of a small carry-on suitcase, and a leather travel bag for a month. I ended up buying a faux-fur coat (only because I forgot to bring a real coat) and three thin tops. Other than that, everything I had was enough. Now I'm back in Paris, packing up my room as I prepare to move in January. And I have so. much. stuff. It's ridiculous. I leave for Colombia soon, and I have the apartment to myself which is lovely. A few days to pack up (which is sooooo messy) and say goodbye to my old room. I can't wait for January.

I had a lot of time to reflect on what is important to me. From the books that I read (Michael Pollan, Jo Robinson) to the websites and pages I follow (TakePart, Vox, Slow Food, Vice, Civil Eats, Fair Trade, The Good Trade) to the documentaries I watch (Just Eat It, The True Cost, That Sugar Film, Food Inc) to the way I buy and cook food and think about material things, I'm getting more passionate about – and this is the only way I can think to describe it right now – becoming a mini-Michael Pollan. But I want to make music, and I want to cook and bake and write and do something for the environment. So even though I might seem a little lost at times, I know very well the many things I want to do, it's just hard to find a way to do them all at once.

Dublin was wonderful and I cried the whole week before I left (but strangely, after saying goodbye to Stevie at the bus stop, I haven't cried once) and I don't know when I will be back, but I sure hope it is soon. Now, off to Colombia!

Dublin November 7



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