Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Feelin' Blue

New York, don't hate me.
Koh Samui + Me = a great marriage.

While in the beautiful Chaweng Noi Beach., I was in heaven. I walked along the beach with nobody but me and my camera, ate delicious food looking over the city, ran in the rain (but NYC, you and I did that during Irene too!). I was so content and happy there.

Sitting at the front of the boat while coming back from Angthong, I'm not gonna lie, I got a bit teary. Took me back to my days of being on my dad's outboard boat. I used to LOVE being on a boat. I was such a motion baby, that I would fall asleep even with the extraordinarily loud engine. I loved it. Couldn't get enough of being on the water. Still can't. Ohh beaches. You melt me. 








Monday, August 29, 2011

Color Project : O

Peel.
Gina.
Burnt
Creamsicle.
Complementary to blue.
Halfway between red & yellow.
Call it what you will; it's orange. 













Grateful Grazies-Bob & Darryl


I have two notes in my Teeny Tiny Kitchen; one from each of my parents.

"Tammi-I just wanted to say Thank You. 
Being your mother is one of my greatest joys in life. 
I LOVE YOU. You are wonderfully made. 
Have a wonderful day. Love Mom".

"It's said that all a man has in life is what he leaves behind.
 I leave behind the most wonderful things in the world. 
My kids.
 I love you, Dad".

My mother and father are two of the people I admire most in my life. They met and married when they were just 14 & 17 and I cannot even begin to fathom how they have remained devoted to one another and our family after all these years.

When I was younger, I fully believed I was adopted. I somehow got it in my head that I was the lost princess of somewhere fabulous in Italy (this could be true...my Dad found on our ancestry.com that many of our relatives are Italian! Whoohoo! Where's my castle?). Growing up in a family where all my siblings were blondies, I couldn't fathom that I was part of it all (that and I was just stubborn and thought it was funny). Now, I see just how much a part of each of my parents I really am. I somehow inherited their best qualities and I am so proud to be a part of the family that I belong to.

They both grew up being very self-sufficient. They have always owned their own successful businesses and have worked side by side for over thirty years. They didn't really rely on anyone growing up beyond each other and went through the ups and downs of life, figuring things out along the way.


My mother is one of the most positive people I know. She was most likely the impetus behind Happy Tuesdays, when I think back on it. When I was younger, I remember being baffled by my mother's ability to always see the best in every situation. We would tease her and call her Pollyanna. She is truly an eternal optimist and I'm proud to share that quality with her. I now see what she's known all this time: It's really not worth wasting time being negative. Better just put a smile on your face and get through the rough patches the best you can. Her patience is never ending. I can remember her teaching me to drive my manual Cabriolet in the school parking lot--me trying to figure out the clutch and her never getting upset, antsy, or angry. Just letting me figure it out and gently coaxing and coaching me along the way. She's continued to do this throughout my life and I'm so grateful for it.


My father has set the bar so high for someone in my life being a Man. He is someone who gets his joy in life from helping other people.  He is the hardest worker I know. He has always seen his value in his work but I see it in the person that he is and how he treats people. He is always willing to help someone and do whatever he can for them.  He has the best instincts and street smarts--more than anyone I know. He is so good at reading people and can often suss out people's true intentions. He is person of integrity and honesty. His dedication and discipline are qualities I admire in him and have tried to emulate in my own life. Despite his quiet side, he has an incredibly fun demeanor. Some of my fondest memories are my dad and I roaring at 100 miles an hour in his shiny black Mustang, on our way to karate, blasting Rosanne Cash, me with the biggest grin on my face.


Many years ago, I took to calling my mom Bob. Apparently when I said "Mom" it came out sounding like "Bob". I have no idea how I loved the Newton show so much, but I decided to call my dad Darryl. The names stuck somehow and I affectionately remember that time and my Bob and Darryl. This Grateful Grazie is to thank them.


Bob & Darryl:
Thank you. Thank you for being a constant sense of support and encouragement in my life. Thank you for putting up with me when I've floundered, when I was in a teenage snit and couldn't appreciate all you were doing for me, when I've been too wrapped up in my own life to make a phone call. Thank you for seeing my mistakes, watching them, but having the wisdom to let me make them--knowing that's the only way I would grow and learn. Thank you for supporting all my decisions. I know it can't be easy to watch your daughter do all sorts of crazy things that you can't understand--to have her move across the country, live abroad, date some major d-bags (yes you know this word)...I am so grateful that you know just when to give me advice, the space that I need, or love that I'm needing. Thank you for being there when I cry. You have both been there for me in my darkest moments, sometimes not saying anything, just holding me and listening to me. You've also been there to celebrate my biggest achievements. I am so grateful to have parents that I know are always there for me. You may not agree with my decisions or thoughts, but you still respect me and support me. You told me to follow my dreams and do something I love. You never pressured me to be something you wanted. You had a constant message of being what I wanted. Thank you for giving me every opportunity you could think of and for showing me what it truly means to be a good person. I know that you always did your best, and you continue to do so. I try to live my life this way--giving my best in every situation, to every person, every relationship, every moment. My admiration for you and my gratefulness grows each day. Your commitment to one another and to your family is something I will hope to have one day with my own little family. Thank you for not letting distance or time keep us apart. Despite the fact that Granite Bay, CA is long way away from NYC, I feel closer to you more now than ever before. I love you both so much and I will continue to try to live a life that you are proud of and an integral part of. Thank you for being the best parents that I could imagine. Thank you for being you. You are amazing.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Tête à Tête with Tammi: Richie

I had the pleasure of meeting Richie after my day out with Dave. He was at The Jungle Club with a group of 24 people that he was leading on a tour of Koh Samui, Koh Tao and Kao Phangan with Contiki. Seeing him interact with the people in the restaurant, I knew he was a regular, and I also quickly surmised that he would most likely be willing to chat with me. On his way from one group to the other, I quickly asked him where they were all from. He explained that he was a tour guide and then kindly sat and talked with me for 30 minutes.

He is 31 and originally from New Zealand where he was working as a civil engineer. I could immediately sense the happiness pouring out from this wonderful man. He grew up on the family farm, being raised mostly by his grandparents. Growing up, he and his Granddad would go diving in the morning for mussels, oysters--any seafood they could get. Then they took it back home for Nan and Mum to eat. He idolizes his "Nan" and I loved hearing him speak of his love for her. He says she's the healthiest person he knows, doing Tai Chi and still working every day.

He had a prosperous job as an engineer in New Zealand, but as he said, he had a lot of money but no life. After an accident at thirty that left him unable to move for six months, he decided to re-evaluate his life. He traveled to Australia and then kept going. He says the accident allowed him to slow down and wake up. Ease up and slow your roll, as Deb Lohse says.

 I admire his willingness to let go of everything stable and move into the unknown.  He really made it even clearer to me that even though I'll never be a bazillionaire teaching ballet, there is so much fulfillment in it for me and it makes me so happy to have a job doing something I love and am good at. Hearing him tell his story of giving up all the money and finding joy doing something he loves makes it even easier for me to remain firm in my belief that money won't buy you happiness. His sense of adventure and openness is something I really appreciate. His smile will continue to warm my heart when I think of him.

I felt the love for life pouring out of this man. It was so wonderful to meet people who have such enthusiasm for what they do and that are so happy. I feel so lucky to have met so many incredible people on my journey. Richie was the last of my travel interviews, but don't worry dear ones, I'll make sure to keep this a part of my weekly adventures. I couldn't help but think: did I just happen to keep meeting people who were extraordinarily happy by chance, or was I seeking like-minded people that make me feel like I'm not so crazy for being so damn enthusiastic myself...


Subject:
Richie; Male
New Zealand

What do you spread on toast? Butter
What makes you happy? Being around happy people, life in general
What time do you wake up? Different every day. When working, early 6am
What is your favorite place to be? At home with Nan
What is your favorite time of day? On the island at sunset
What was your favorite age? 31
How many jobs have you had? 4 (supermarket stocker, road construction, civil engineer, tour guide)
What is your favorite quiet spot? At my Koh Phangan bungalow in my hammock
Where do you rendezvous with friends? New Zealand; it's where most of my friends are
How do you get around town? Anyway fashionable; donkeys in Greece, back of a bike, tuk tuk, carried home, water buffalo, car
How many countries have you visited? 40 plus
How many brothers/sisters? Two sisters; very close to them
What is your favorite memory? Being little and diving with granddad for breakfast
What is your favorite food? anything Nan cooks

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Fast Track

Still feeling out of sorts and totally jet-lagged. Walking around my neighborhood and spending time with my boyfriend, feeling like I'm walking around in a dreamland...

Returned from my trip of a lifetime. 
Solo travel=best thing ever. 


My Top Ten Lessons:

1. Always trust what I've come to call the "Tamstinct". I've always been hesitant to trust myself. I often defer to other people--their thoughts, feelings, decisions, etc. I realize I often know what's best for me. When I'm by myself I'm much more willing to trust my gut instinct and need to do this more often.

2. When you travel alone, you can always have the window seat.

3. When I'm alone and a little uncomfortable or anxious, I talk to myself or hum (I may have said a couple of swear words, lost on the street, trying to find my way across the universe...).

4. I am a logistical mastermind (at times). And decisive. And damn good at being alone (p.s. how am I supposed to ever date again? This seems tricky...).

5. They make it look really easy to iChat on the commercials. It's not.

6. After 21 days of Thai food, you're really REALLY gonna want a burger or steak.

7. Sometimes, it's good to not have a plan. I was delighted every day to not know where I was going to be next, where I would stay, who I would meet. So refreshing.

8. Talk to everyone you can! There are some really faboo people in the world that you can start a conversation with and learn something about a different culture, a new recipe, the best restaurant in town, the hidden bar, the backroad path. Be unafraid. Most people will like you. And if they don't, well, screw 'em.

9. You may not be here tomorrow--take advantage of every situation.

10. Always bring an extra memory card. I like to take a ton of pictures. Whoops. Somehow I forgot just how many pictures I seem to take...Oh, and I still hate pictures of myself.

Number of Days: 21
Number of Think Thin Bars eaten: 15
Flights: 13
Countries: 6 (7 if you count my stopover in Japan)
Times I got yelled at in the Bangkok Market: 5
Hours Spent in the Bangkok Airport: 20 1/2
Hours spent in air travel: 59
Number of heels: 1 (number of times I wore heels, once)
Number of pictures: 4,866
Books read: 5 1/2

more to come...

Yummy in my Tummy

Farmers Markets +
Restaurants+
Fruit Stands+
Steamed Buns+
Sidewalk Vendors=
Yummy in my Tummy