Its that time of the year again carnival in Gozo, the place is packed with people and floats and parades are getting ready for this long weekend event. You really have to look twice when passing some of the guys dressed as women (I think the beards give them away). There’s going to be a lot of fun frivolity and no doubt a little s-x on the side. But what happens in Gozo during Carnival stays in Gozo. I’m not sure if its safe for me to venture out tonight, hmm we shall see.
We talk about Peace and Love but how do we find it?
This week has been full of surprises some good some not so good. Technology and noise have been a major distraction. I’ve had unexpected offers of money, not yet taken, only to find that a company I was working with on my blog is a scam and had been withdrawing money from my account. Money has never been of particular importance to me so long as you have enough to do the things you want is really all anyone needs. So I realised that if I just sit back and allow nature to take it’s course then things will become far less stressful.
I found a site all about forests, just watching the video made me calm and I realised it’s been such a long time since I truly submersed myself in nature. The healing forest click here is a wonderful idea and makes me want to leave right now and get into the forest. The only problem? There are no forests and very few trees here. My life right now is amazingly complex, I came to Gozo to ‘retire’ and not to get involved in something that would take even more of my time and energy. I’ve worked since I was 15 and now I’m 65 soon to be 66 that’s 50 years of work! (Now the mind may be OK but the body is very tired), so I think I should take the time to recharge these batteries. Having watched the movie ‘Healing Forest’ I think my plan to go to the ashram in Bali next year is the best idea I’ve had for a very long time.
SURE GOZO IS A LOVELY PLACE BUT CAN YOU SEE ANY TREES?
When I get to the ashram I know what to expect. I’ve spoken to the people there on Facebook and they’ve become my friends (good people). I’ve even seen inside the bamboo huts thanks to Gayle a young lady who published her video. But most of all Bali and the ashram is where I will find my Guru, my teacher, my brother and friend Prabhu. The teashop is the place (which with love and care) I believe will run easily and make a profit so..With all this why am I still here when I can find PEACE there? That’s because of LOVE.. I have to stop here until the projects I’m working on will work on their own or with very little intervention from others. I run a small teashop The LOVE teashop. That small teashop will become something important one day.
The LOVE teashop soon getting it’s new sign
This island of GOZO is full of surprises, it has good people and like anywhere else bad people, but trying to sort out the wheat from the chaff is really draining so it’s time for the young’uns to take over. I know I would have loved the challenge a few years back but now I need to GO. So Bye Bye for now..
Today, I wanted to talk about what is probably Gozo’s most impressive (but not oldest) structure the cittadella. I now have family reading the blog so I’ll tone down the innuendo and double entendre (ha as if! sorry big sis). You can see the Cittadella from most parts of the island and when you stand on one of the highest points, which I did today (take your oxygen supply with ya) you can see the Med to the West and the East. It’s currently going through large-scale renovation and access is hampered as you will see, but certainly possible.
The cittadella or citadel as some would call it, has stood strong since the early 15th century, but there was a bronze age site there before the citadel was built, which was improved on by the Phoenicians and the Romans. The Ottomans raided the Cittadella in 1551 and captured virtually the whole population of Gozo, selling hem into slavery leaving just a few hundred behind. If the Crazy Brit had been there, and who’s to say he wasn’t (‘cos I do have my Tardis) I’d have given those scallywags what for.
Eventually, in poor condition, limping (sorry I’ve a sore foot) and exhausted (COPD) it was worth the climb (If only I had a new body) the view was outstanding and there were many old parts of the construction left as it was back 100s of years ago and lots of exhibits. A good thing for all you foodies is that there’s an excellent restaurant when you get up there. I refuse to give the name as none of the others I’ve mentioned have offered me a complimentary yet so be warned all you restaurateur’s if you don’t feed CB you won’t get a plug (hey I’m a starving writer I need some reward)
But I digress I mentioned some of the exhibits and one in particular I gave a wide berth was the old prison. Somewhere in a past life I think I’ve had a sample of being in the stocks, it’s no fun having rotten apples thrown at you and I still get that today as I walk down the street in my little village of (look there’s no chance of telling you unless you give me some money and then I’ll tell you its name).
those dreaded stocks
I’m off for a quick Cisk, the local beer, it’s very good, then I’ll stagger down past lots of other interesting stuff into my car. Yes I know sister, no drinking and driving, (crap why do all these women keep telling me what to do), I’m 65 years old. OK I admit I’m just a little crazy, I’m in a world of my own in my little village of €s please, I also take £s or even $s so there’s no excuse if you really want to know the name of my village. But I’ve gotta tell ya if you haven’t worked that out by now I’m beginning to wonder who the crazy one is round here. I’ll tell you what I’ll let the cat out of the bag in my next post. Hmm that could turn out to be a VERY revealing post…stay tuned.
The Crazy Brit good-bye for now PEACE!
Hi there, before we go an further I want to say it’s not me who thinks I’m crazy it’s other people. I hope and believe that’s not bad crazy, its just that I may say some crazy things, so don’t be offended. I’ve been writing blogs for a few years now, but really just for my own amusement, and to get stuff off my chest. Only yesterday I went to group meditation and our teacher agreed with me that writing helped to clear my mind and be ready to meditate. So whilst I’ve accused myself of rambling in the past, it’s been for a good reason “MY PEACE”. First of all before we start on this journey I think it would be good to know a little about your companion, (that’s me):
I describe myself as a “Christian Buddhist” on Facebook (haven’t we all got Facebook nowadays). Saying this is a religion is in itself a misnomer ‘cos I don’t accept Buddhism is a religion, and I think even “The Buddha” would agree (but we can discuss that later).
I was born a Christian, so it gets a little complicated and is too long a story as to how I found Buddhism. So today is by means of my introduction and will become my one and only blog (sighs of relief). Here I will re-post not only past blogs, (that I consider worthwhile), but all of my future posts. So enjoy and smile (do you know it takes fewer muscles to smile than frown). If you don’t enjoy reading these then just stop. All I would ask from you, in return for me “opening my soul” is for you tell me what YOU think because it’s only with your comments (good or bad) that I know what everyone wants. So please fill in the comments box below and any special requests you make will be answered, but no candid nude photos of me, sorry ladies, (but there’s no point making a big thing out of a little thing like that).
Today has been a great day, and I continue to learn a lot about this magical island and my village of (No I’m not saying were I live because I don’t want this peaceful village overrun by all you cheapskates). In my previous life working in Texas, the job I had was in Marketing and Public Relations, that’s where I picked up all of the tricks of manipulation and one of the reasons I left, (perhaps I’ll write about that experience in another post). But one of the things I learned was that even though I spent a lot of $s advertising on TV, Cinema, Billboards, Radio, Facebook, Direct mail etc etc. the most effective form of advertising above all else (and with no cost) was and is word of mouth (people talking). Recently I’ve experienced the benefit of talking, apart from the people I’ve been talking to being locals, one of the other bonuses (apart from one or two guys) is that all of the these people have been attractive females, (a big bonus for the Crazy Brit). But wait guys like I said to Marica at Ta’Pinu pharmacy “why is it that all the attractive females here are all accounted for” yep sadly for me they are (I hear sniggers in the background tut tut). Hell I may be crazy, but I’ve still got some fire in my belly! even though it may need kindling. Anyway today I went to see my attractive doctor (yep she’s married), and Marica (who’s engaged) told me about a fab place in Gozo to buy my tea, and what a little gem it was. Vini-e-Capricci is in the Gozitano Agricultural village and it’s packed with wonderful goodies, chocolate, the best teas, coffee, wines and lots of other things, and all in a nice relaxing setting. You’ll see what I mean when you click the link (but please come back here)
What Marica did by telling me about Vini Capricci was not only help a poor crazy Brit, but it helped ‘Abraham Said’ develop his already thriving business (I hope I get a discount from Abraham when I next call in for this plug hint hint). I also realised that I could buy top quality products cheaper than I could anywhere (yep and you guessed it, I’d just placed an order in the UK over the internet for tea). I was so impressed with what they had in tea that I’m considering fulfilling a long held ambition of opening a tea shop. I almost opened a tea shop in Texas called The Crazy Brit (go figure). Over there I’d not only found the location, but I persuaded the mayor of the city (Keller), to do my ribbon cutting. In fact The Crazy Brit tea shop concept is still open on my Facebook, so I may use some of the ideas I came up with there for my tea shop if and when I open one here (if I can be bothered to get from behind my desk and do some real work). Unfortunately my now ex, in Texas has either kept or sold my collection of teapots and she refuses to enter into communication, although maybe if and when she reads this she will “reconsider her position” (name n shame).
But now the name for the Gozo tea shop.
I actually own the domain for TeaZme (no it’s not me launching a porn site, as was suggested in the US) It represents Tea Zen and Me, and is a place where customers can go and have either tea in a formal English tea shop setting, or go into the other room and enjoy the relaxation of herbal teas in a relaxed meditation area.
Fortunately I did manage to bring with me one of the dozens of teapots I used to own, and that is my “special” little Chinese pot, that I only use for my special teas. I’ve plenty of other ideas and plans which I’m not telling anyone as I know with some of you lot someone will pinch ’em.So, just by talking I’ve found out a lot today.
Ray (who describes himself as a grumpy old git), has been messaging me through expat.com, and he gave me some great advice on opening a bank account. I was able to walk straight in and start the process without any problems, (and you’ll see the problems I’ve had when I re-post SMILING) which will be incorporated into this blog, along with all the others, so everyone can keep track, not that I’m expecting anyone to want to, but it helps focus me, (and I do admit I can be a bit random at times).