Category: in love with memories

reminiscing with the heart about Bob and my travels away form the islands … always thankful for the Lord’s provisions

in love with memories: taking a Bath moment …

After catching my breath at the Stonehenge, I was ready to take a BATH moment!  Somerset was almost an hour away west of Wiltshire amidst the beautiful English countryside of plains and rolling hills that were spectacularly draped with moments of sunlight and instantly hampered by dreary clouds.

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As soon as the bus started to climb a mountainous landscape, the surrounding scenery was beyond my dreams.  Then, from yonder, we were told to expect and see the magnificent “golden” county of Bath resting on the Avon Valley.  The Georgian architecture of the buildings made use of honey-colored stones creating a classical facade of uniformity and luxury.

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This is starting to be a monotonous travelogue … but remembering the experience evokes a structured memory because of its heritage and legacy.

Bath is one place where I truly felt a sense of being wrapped in history like walking into the movie sets of Camelot and Braveheart. Hoping not to demean the charm of the site or the passion of the films, the metaphor was a personal expose.

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Thus, let me just show you a slideshow of the snippets of beauty that Bath bathe my mind with.

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always …

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I took this photo with my heart in my throat because I felt the warmth of their friendship and how connected they were to each other. It was such a sweet and heartwarming testament of real love between friends. I would like to have the same intimacy of true love with all of my relationships beginning with God, with BOB, with my kids and with all the people who make up my life.

I hope ALWAYS to be me … and ALWAYS in love!

in love with memories: slinging Singapore without BOB

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I remember it to be fun yet lacking in luster as I spent five days in Singapore without Bob. Although it was a beautiful bonding moment with our only daughter, Abby, the days of adventure was tinged with a pinch of pain whenever Bob’s absence was felt.

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It was my third time to visit this tiny island in Southeast Asia, and the gaps were always ten years apart. So each time I set foot in Singapore, varied progress and change take my breath away.

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My daughter and I had gifts of awesome provision; including a sumptuous dinner at the Marina Bay Sands in the restaurant of Wolfgang Puck aptly called “CUT” which served delectable steaks! This was an awesome gift for Abby’s birthday, generously given by our cousin Ellen.

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As I write this, I am praying that Bob and I can return to Singapore again. His first time was my second and it was for work. Thus, if my prayer will be answered, I will be the willing and able guide for my Bob sharing with him experiences and moments bonding in the presence of God … slinging Singapore sweetly!

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But i will always lovingly remember in my heart the days i spent with my sweet daughter who i refuse to let go as my little princess … she will remain as such today and for always.

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in love with memories: one day … far, far away

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Bruges is a medieval city suspended in time.

Walking its cobblestone pathway will transport anyone in time past, yet immediately awakened by the truth of today upon seeing interspersed in the ancient edifices springing modern concepts of human weaknesses — shopping and tourism.

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It was the beginning of winter when we went to visit so the canals were not bustling with little boats afloat traversing the renowned waterways. It was a missed opportunity, yet I wish that someday, Bob and I will be allowed a summer day to be able to do so.

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