Got into the neck of my woods Copenhagen late last night and was greeted with light showers and an overcast sky.. ha ha… why am I not surprised. This is Danish Summer after all. But seriously, I don’t mind a little water. After 14 days of blasting sun in Greece I’m ready for a change of scenery. And as everyone knows; No Rain, No Rainbows….
So, flipping through a couple of my photos from the vacation, here is little selection from one of the local beaches we visited:
Let me present: My super model sister Felicia and my super scientist father Steen creating ‘The Big Blue’ …
PS – We kayaked all the way out to the rocky island you can spot in the background. It was a pretty intense rowing experience.
Last night I got this fantastic flower from the local bar guy where I’ve been hanging out whenever I try to connect to the ‘outer’ world via wireless. He wanted to say a proper goodbye and picked this beauty from a cactus, which apparently blossoms very seldom. At least that’s what he told me. I guess it was kind of an honor. And seriously, I have to confess that flowers does something for me. I know it’s not modern or cool or anything, but I get really weak and giddy when I recieve flowers. Especially rare ones. They are so tender and their beauty is so fragile…. Yes, it’s official! I am a true romantic at heart.
My father was with me last night and we walked home together and shot a couple of photos in the sensuous Mediterranean night…
Last night turned into a session of free Greek lessons by locals and dancing at the local hot spot. And when I say hot spot I’m talking hot spot in Greek Island terms he he…. oooh ehm geeeh!!
Long island ice teas and icky shots served by bartenders with way to much gel in the hair dos, wearing whistles, way to tight tank tops and cowboy hats. And to top it off, apparently these guys know about the local Danish soccer team ‘FCK’ and love to shout Danish soccer support group chants very loudly at blond women approaching their bar. Do they think it’s our native Danish mating call or something…? I’m seriously lost here!
Damn! It was almost an anthropological experience for me. A study in confused fashion (I almost feel ashamed to use that phrase for outfits that disoriented), pathetic pick-up lines and to-die for beyond last season DJ skills.
But, I gotta give it to this joint: When all is said and done I had a really, really good time. When we drove home the sun was about to come up and we finished the night with a dip in the pool …
Tonight I’m completely PMS so I’m staying in, eating candy and watching girly movies. I need a good cry and some empty calories.
speak tomorrow! xx KK
Daddy & I just home from the beach
I got a new very colorful tunic and my hair is almost going rastafarian (what else is new)
I’ve been feeling rather guilty during the last couple of days. The nagging feeling in my tummy has been haunting me and not allowing me any peace for a while.
Then today, when I had some time alone I tried to break it down. I’m in Greece where the sun is shining from a cloudless sky. The Ocean is cyan blue and when the water gets to salty I can jump into a refreshing swimming pool big enough to swim swim laps. Citrus fruits, ripe and ready to pick right off the trees planted on the roadside are avail 24-7. Gorgeous, Greek Adonis, Nicolaus and Dimitris are spotted prancing the beaches and on the dirt roads in the tiny village where we live showing off a statuesque beauty in a sexy ‘farmer boy type of way’. Pretty much a sight for any sore female eye. The food here is rich, fresh and addictive.
Yes, it’s true! Life in The Greek Islands is unbearably beautiful. And I guess I feel guilty because I get to have all this and I get to be this happy and I get to share it with 2 family members that I rarely see because we live in opposite parts of the World on a daily basis. But today I claim it. I claim the happiness and the joie de vivre that I feel. And I wish I could share it with everyone I know.
Today I’m officially turning the more cynical POV known as Milan Kundera’s ‘Unbearable Lightness of Being’ into my own personal and lighthearted ‘Bearable Lightness of Being’.
Life in the Greek islands is definitely growing on me. I haven’t been here since I fell madly in love with a Greek/French boy in the Island of Paros years back. At that time I was Island hopping with my girls just learning about Greek culture and discovering that this Mediterranean Paradise is way more and I daresay, different that what my dusty High School teacher taught me. Ancient Greece has moved elegantly and crudely beyond the days of ‘Eros’ and is now an abundance of R&R, culture, cuisine and amazing nature.
Today I’m traveling under completely different circumstances than when I was with my girls. I’m here with my family staying completely out of trouble and getting way more sleep and fatty acids from avocado salads and fresh fish than ever before. And I get more exercise in weird ways I’ve never really explored before. Yesterday was a big day of kayaking out to the nearest island about 3 miles from the coast. We tied the kayaks to the cliffs and frolicked in the water all day. No need to say I have a slight sunburn plus some really sore triceps today. And did I mention that we got into some questionable activity the other night. ‘Activity’ being the one and only ‘Greek Dance’ as seen in ‘Zorba’ … haha… damn, that was fun! ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’ … Anyone..?
Anyways, today my word celibacy got tedious and I spoke my mind: ”Let’s go shopping!” And so my baby sis (who’s not so much a baby anymore – really) and I went into the local village to check out the Greek fashion. Yes, I know it was 36 degrees celcius and my American Apparel hot-pant suit was dripping, but when a girl needs to shop she needs to shop. And I got 6 new bikinis. Haha … excess? Moi…? Naaaah… They were amazing bikinis and I’ll make sure to post some pics tomorrow of them.
‘Till then please indulge in this song. It’s been on my mind since our questionable Greek night of dancing…. Zorba eat your heart out!
Back in our tiny village and happy as a clam. I could get used to waking up here every day and taking a morning swim in the ocean before my freshly squeezed orange juice. What a bliss.
Yesterday we discovered the most beautiful little laguna with crystal clear blue water on our way back from the city. It was like bumping into a tiny piece of paradise on Earth. Even though I live in LA and I have the beach 30 minutes from my home it’s somehow not the same. The Mediterranean Sea has a je n’est sais quoi like no place else.
Unfortunately my new ‘getting in shape’ program has been vandalized by 2 things: primarily my old ankel injury is flaming up again so I cannot do my morning jogs anymore. Secondly, my little sister is constantly buying Oreo chocolate cookies with the white cream in the middle, which is a big weakness of mine…. And of course she ( being this stunning, 17 year old amazon-avatar look-a-like with a metabolism like a friggin’ race horse) is loving the fact that once I pop I can’t stop. Life is just unfair like that. She can eat whatever she wants and still look like ‘A Stick Figure’ (Thanks Carrie Bradshaw for that one)…
But I’ve decided to not give a damn and indulge (which is a pretty familiar territory for me).
Anyways, here are some pics from Gorgeous Greece….
My morning view from the balcony here in Greece. Dawn is my favorite time of day. A pity I don’t experience it every day….
The Palace of Minos, Knossos.
I love the sight of the cute, high pitched and overweight Greek, old ladies in prim dresses that will give you a guided tour of the ancient ruins for (only) 10 euros. The way they can get so excited about the tiniest engraved details in the rocks while they hold on to their huge white patent leather handbags and from time to time check their pretty painted red lips and coiffed hair dos in a little hand mirror they carry around. It just blows my mind. Besides that, I’m in love with just sitting in between ruins and let my mind wander back to the future…. Just contemplating, riding my thoughts while letting the wind of change blow through me…
Greek men were the shit! Cute little skirts ..
One of my favorite animals: The Dolphin.
My sis & I just waking up and getting ready to check out form the hotel yesterday….
Good morning!!!
Why is it so funny with photo booth…? please somebody tell me…!
I had it coming for a while. The silent period. Word celibacy. It’s time for me to shut up.
Ever since I set foot in Greece – the proud nation of feta, moussaka and hairy backs I’ve been losing my ability to speak. Not that I’m losing my voice or anything that exciting. No. But words seem to be slipping my mind lately. Slowly but surely. like the logical center of my brain where I structure my sentences and compose my sounds went on Summer camp or something. Neither of my languages seem to be in play any longer and it’s a struggle for me to compose a rational sentence. So instead of enduring the frustration of sounding like a blonde illiterate I’ve decided to shut the ‘F’ up and retreat into word celibacy. What will it be like to spend one whole day of only listening and being on ‘mute’…?
Hmm… I’m contemplating this over a really good espresso with milk and grapefruit juice at the bar of The Atlantic Hotel facing the pool. In the horizon the deep, blue ocean is painting a very beautiful picture… This is not the worst place to be in celibacy after all…
This morning very early in the a.m. we left our Greek village and found us self south bound. We had breakfast at some random little tavern at the beach we discovered by coincidence and we dipped in the ocean before the eggs were ready and the oranges were squeezed into glasses. Then we took off again until we hit our destination Aquila Atlantic Hotel.
It is a little taste of paradise here. But after breakfast and check in, I was in a weird place emotionally and physically. Like out of my zone. I didn’t remember my dreams from last night, which I usually do, and I felt uneasy and off on different levels. Is it a female thing or is it just a ‘thing’ that happens to you some days? I have no clue. but it wasn’t until I sat down in the hotel bar and engaged in conversation with the locals that I forgot about my own pathetic pitty party and snapped out of it. Whatever ‘it’ was, it decided to leave me alone. But I sense a change of pace in and around me. Like my body needs to decompose, recuperate and it asks for some time to do so right here and right now…. I’m old enough to know that a struggle is a struggle lost. The body is always wiser than the mind and ego. So all I can do is give in and let go…
Today I finished the most amazing script about witches. Not the old fashioned, boring and ugly witches. No, smart, sophisticated and very alluring women with certain super powers.
I love it when a story just sucks you in to the core of it’s circumstances. Its’ fictional universe of truth can at times seem more attractive than your own universe and/or truth. You know that feeling? It’s almost like you can taste the bone marrow of the spine of the story and you doze off into a frantic daydream where there’s nothing but the new and exciting written world with all it’s foreign flavors, smells, values, do’s and don’ts, rights and wrongs … I love it!
And I’ve found that I usually get more inspired reading when I’m abroad. Or at least not situated in my LA base. I don’t know why. But I guess new environment kicks my imagination to another level.
Today was the first day without severe jet-lag. And I think I know why…. last night we took my father to the local club here in the land of Moussaka and went dancing. And it was almost epic when he took off his sandals to work the dance floor better ha ha…
Anyways, here are a couple of shots from my Big, Fat Greek Vacation …
Pre-Calamari
My sis Felicia & I taking a disco nap before headed to the club
Mid July came around. Man, did the time since Christmas just fly like a G5 or what? I can’t believe I left wonderful and high paced NYC less than 5 days ago. It seems like months have passed in no time. I said goodbye to NYC only to spend one day and night in sleepy and heat-struck Copenhagen with my family and friends before I repacked my bags and headed to Greece with another part of my family. For those not familiar with my domestic status I have a rather large family pretty much spread all over the world.
However, there was some sort of strike in Greece, which made our journey south bound a hassle to say the least. Soooo much time waisted in airports….. Gosh! I’m thrilled that the Pinot Grigio is drinkable at the Italian place in the airport of Copenhagen.
Anyways, now we are here under the Greek sun right at the beach smothered in spf 50, moussaka and no internet or phone reception. Talking about taking it down a notch – anyone….??? I, still being some sort of jet-lagged between LA, NYC, CPH and Greece time zones get up at the crack of dawn to jog and swim. Since there is absolutely nothing else to do here at this hour it has become my ambition to get into bad-ass shape before I hit the West Coast again mid August.
This afternoon I escaped from more group activities and online celibacy and I strayed off like a guilty male cat from the pack with my newly acquired golden Marc Jacobs lab-top bag under my arm to find the local bar ‘Bossa Nova’ (yes, that’s the hot spot here) where they serve other food than Moussaka and more importantly; they have wireless.
So from all of us here in The Mediterranean to all of you in the different time zones… Sunshine, feta, hairy backs, love, light, moussaka and blessing…
