Post 21: Pack Your Bag, Buy the Ticket And Go On an Adventure! 101 to go!

Kat doodles about life:

For the last few years going back home for holidays does no longer mean holiday I can enjoy just relaxing. It sort of turns into a marathon of meetings with friends and family members, who want to catch up. Obviously it is great, because we always have so much to talk about, but there is not much else for me to do there apart from staying at home and going to the pub. It is only a small town, literally nicknamed as: the little town, where time stopped.” I may be gone for a year or two, but the same people sit in the same pubs doing the same things in their lives, so when you arrive, they just think you have been lifting the pints three pubs down the road. However the conversation can be picked up like you spoke to each yesterday.

Last year it happened by accident I went home twice in one month and one of the occasions I spend most of week travelling around the country with someone else showing them the natural beauties and sightseeings I have not actually seen myself before. I suddenly felt alive again. I escaped the every day life and that is probably why I left home in the first place and have not come back since for longer than just few weeks. I love escaping and discovering places. I am even known to go on holiday on my own. First time I left home, I got blamed for running away from the reality. Maybe I did, but at that time I just wanted to learn about new places and life abroad.

The same exciting way as discovering my own country I remember feeling the first time I saw the sea. I was about ten years old. We arrived to Catalonia after 24 hour on the coach and the sky was covered in dark clouds with sun shining through, but it all felt too calm and cold as it was getting dark. Another time I remember navigating my dad in the car on our road/work trip to Denmark and eating smoked salmon for the first time ever. I promised myself not to eat it again. (She writes now happily putting salmon on the plate any time possible.) I went and  jumped every morning into freezing cold sea and I am not even going to mention that we were fed by vegetarians for two weeks. That was a shock to the system ( although I did enjoy it!)

For some reason now thinking about all the different places I have ever been to, rather than buildings I would always remember the people and the weather of a certain moment. The smell of the air and the experience I had. Walking miles through the suburbs of Porto getting to the beach on a hot but windy day admiring the tiles houses are famously decorated with. Fresh spring sunny days of Sofia, when the trees get decorated with ‘Martenica’ ribbons or cloudy afternoon, when I first learned snowboarding. It is all about the little things like eating Stroop waffles on Scheveningen beach, sitting on a bridge in Dutch Leiden drinking wine swinging legs whilst boats are going underneath or sitting in a all sorts of places watching theatre shows in a languages you do not really understand to. I still remember the morning I arrived to London and watched squirrels in Hyde Park, the same way I first landed in Bristol with confidence and naivity saying to myself: ‘So here I am!’ into crisp and fresh January afternoon.

You can give me ten minutes and I am ready with a packed bag and passport ready to go. When I have a friend, who says there is a spare bed or come and join my adventure, if money and time are not an issue, I always grab the offer. Like this I could experience the Parisian life, East of Slovakia or coast of France more than just like a tourist… And more I am sure there more adventures to come. So here it is I am getting that travel bug once again, time to pack the bags me thinks. Stay tuned. Love Kat xx

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Badaude: Street Style Sofia

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So I am sitting on the train to work and as I pick up one of those newspapers from nearby seat and flicking through The Times, my attention is suddenly crossed by one bright funky illustration.

Baduade: Street Style Sofia

I guess even more than the illustration was the name Sofia written at the top. I lived in Bulgarian City for three months during my Erasmus Exchange in my second year of Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama in Cardiff and I loved it so much You cannot even imagine. It was the place where I truly felt happy again about year and half after my father died. I could simply be simply be myself as my Eastern European roots were grown in similar ways and I was cocooned in this magical world of the past.

I started to study the illustration and couldn’t believe Badaude mentioned National Academy of Arts on Vasil Levski Bulevard, because that is where the main building is and has its own nickname Shipka. I used to study at one of those beautiful old broken buldings on bulevard Tsarigradsko shose surrounded by greenery and wonderful views as our scenograghy studio was on the top floor.

Every morning I walked through this path, which runs along the Tsaregradsko shose bulevar. Academy is hiding right at the end.
Academy hiding behind the trees in still cold days of early spring.

That was the first thing, which came to my mind looking at the pictures of three funky dressed like ladies and reading Baduade’s comments. I wondered who she is, so I found her blog.

It is full of lovely Illustrations, drawings and her I guess the story of her artistic journey. She started blog in July 2006 and since then came a long away.  She even published her own book. There is actually too much to say and I will have to dedicate more time to this wonderful young lady and checking out her work. She draws anything, anywhere on anything. Yes from drawing naked ladies in crowded cafe to drawing pretty things on tents at festivals. I know what are thinking? What? Drawing on tents??? Oh yes!!!

So Thank You Baduade for brightening up my day and bringing back happy memories of Sofia.