When listening to stories of people who’ve done extraordinary things, we often hear of the moment when light bulb kicked on or when lightening struck. This is the epiphany. It’s at that place in time when the planets align, the idea is born, and the motivation presents itself to take action. This elusive yet powerful moment changes trajectory of a person’s life and potentially lives of everyone in the world. Yet, funny enough, I don’t believe that epiphany exists… at least in the way we like to think it does.
I became quiet and introverted upon growing into my adolescence. My only sibling moved out of the house when I was in 5th grade. I initially kept myself occupied by building stuff with my LEGOs and towns with my plethora of Hot Wheels products. Upon a purchase of a new family computer and a 56K modem, I could occupy myself for hours reading, researching and later building my own computers.
Bolgona to Batam, the past two months or so have been pretty much jammed packed with awesome and/or win. I’d like to touch base on the beginnings of this recent travel activity starting with Bologna.
I had a much overdue visit to friend, Lolli, in Italy who helped the process of me getting Italian citizenship. It wasn’t until sometime in March that I realized a direct flight via RyanAir took me from Bordeaux to Bologna for about 80 USD!? Oddly enough, another friend was going to be in Florence around the same time! I bounced a few emails back/forth and after it was all said and done, I was meeting up with two fine folks in Italy for about 5 days across two cities.
It’s been a big change. Working in an office in Chicago to working at home in Bordeaux.
I moved here without having any friends or family in the city. But that I made good use of CouchSurfing and attended their weekly Thursday night meet-ups at the local pubs. Most of the folks were French, but there are also many foreigners. Through the meetups I improved my French significantly and got a good grasp of all the good local watering holes. I also randomly met a group of people that I now regularly meet with on Tuesdays for the infamous ‘Quiz Night’ at the Charles Dickens Pub… which by the way, we still haven’t won the quiz.
Finding a Black Church in Iceland
The first question you may ask “Why are you looking for a Black church in Iceland?” The second question you may ask “Do black people even exist in Iceland?” Well it’s because black churches bad-ass and no there really aren’t that many black folk in Iceland.
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