a girl in the world

finding beauty, pleasure and grace on the road less traveled

I’ve just returned from one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to.  As part of the Sounds of Venezuela festival, I saw members of the Simon Bolivar Youth Orchestra with Omar Puente.  I had no idea who these guys were until just a few days ago when I randomly stumbled upon an article about them.  Here is snippet from the Telegraph:

The orchestra is the product of a 34-year-old project run by the Venezuelan government called El Sistema, which gives every girl and boy, however poor, the chance to have free music tuition and an instrument. This evening’s young conductor, Gustavo Dudamel — one of the most sought-after in the world — was also a product of this widely hailed system, and there has been much talk of Britain copying it.

I managed to find the ONE last seat in the entire venue a few days ago and immediately booked it!  For 12 pounds I got to see one of the best concerts ever!  Imagine a string quartet, a brass ensemble, a madman violinist from Cuba (Omar Puente), some bongo drums, a grande piano, a bass and a Cuban vocalist playing Latin jazz and salsa in an orchestra music hall.  It was the closest thing to heaven for me.  I danced in my seat the whole night, until the encore, where everyone was on their feet clapping to Guantanamera done by an orchestra!  Can you even imagine it?!?!  They linked Veneuzuelan and Cuban music and performed to an awe inspired crowd.  It was the perfect fusion of art, culture, London randomness and everything that caters to my slight Latin obsession.  I left there completely high!

Here is an excerpt from the program:

Around 2003, stories began to circulate within the music world about an extraordinary youth orchestra in Venezuela.  World famous musicians of the calibre of Sir Simon Rattle talked about El Sistema, a national music system in Venezuela that had produced hundreds of youth orchestras and more than a quarter of a million young musicians, many of them from deeply underpriveleged backgrounds, who were playing with a dynamism and professionalism so compelling that they were creating a social and musical revolution of epic proportions.

The Simon Bolivar Youth Orchestra of Venezuela is made up of 200 of the best young musicians coming out of El Sistema and over the past few years has established a reputation as one of the world’s most dynamic orchestras.



Have you ever had one of those days where you feel that everything is off?  Today was one of those days for me.  I just felt like a zombie – spacey, cranky, whiny.  And I don’t like feeling this way.  There are so many things to be happy about!  

So, in the spirit of acting counter-intuitively (like dressing yourself up on a day when you’re feeling like total crap), I’m listing all of the things that I am thankful for.  

  • Today’s misty rain.  So beautiful and refreshing and warm.
  • Porridge for breakfast.  It’s my favourite.
  • My hair.  I had a good hairday today.  
  • Feeling sore in my triceps.  I had such an amazing workout on Tuesday night with Daniel and I’ve been feeling sore ever since.  Like I’ve said before, there is something wonderfully sensual about working your body to exhaustion.  It makes me feel so alive.
  • My Mom.  Just thinking about her makes me feel happy, inspired, loved.
  • The beautiful Beagle cross mix in front of Sainsbury’s tonight.  He was a gorgeous dog, waiting for his owner to come back from grocery shopping.  He made me smile.
  • Watching this and nearly crying over how beautiful it is.  And then feeling proud that I work for a company that can run programs like this on a daily basis!
  • My daily tea time with J – and how he listens to all of my random musings with patience and amusement.
  • That my feet are made for heels.  (Flat shoes make my flat feet hurt a lot)
  • Booking my flight to Athens for the May 4th long weekend!  Woohoo with the girls!
  • Spanish lessons.  It is the most fun that I’ve had learning something new in a very long time!  Just pronouncing the words, regardless of whether or not I understand what they mean, just tickles me pink!
  • Cynthia.  She’s a light in my life.
  • Perspective.  It comes in the most unexpected ways – through a chance meeting with a new friend, a lunch conversation, a news story.  Whatever the trigger, perspective jolts you into examining all the good and bad things in your life.  
  • My job.  I’m lucky to have it and I work with some incredible people.

Ah, I feel so much better already!  

Hostels: The cure for expensive, lonely travel

By Rick Steves

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If you want to save money while traveling, consider hosteling. Several thousand hostels provide beds throughout Europe — in cities, towns, and the countryside — for $20 to $40 per night.

For this rock-bottom price, you get “no frills” accommodations in clean, stark dormitories. The good news for couples and families is that many hostels have a few doubles and some family rooms (book ahead for these). It’s a great way to enjoy some privacy while saving money.

You may assume hostels aren’t for you because, by every standard, you’re “old.” Well, many countries have dropped the word “youth” from their hostel organization’s name, and for years Hostelling International has given “youths” over the age of 54 a discount on membership cards. Even the last holdout, the German state of Bavaria, finally dropped its youths-only restriction. If you’re alive, you’re young enough to hostel anywhere in Europe.

A reader wrote on my Web site: “My partner and I stayed in a ‘youth’ hostel for the first time by Lake Como and thought we’d be the oldest people there. Not so! At our table was a 60-ish couple from Sydney and a 79-year-old British woman who was backpacking alone through Europe. All three were a delight, but especially the backpacker, who said she stays in hostels for the evening company.”

Solo travelers find a family in every hostel, and can always find a new travel partner. The hostel’s recreation and living rooms are my favorite hangouts. People gather, play games, tell stories, share information, read, write, and team up for future travels. The lights may go out by 11 p.m., but bunk-bed conversation rages long after. You’ll find yourself propped on your elbows staring intensely into the darkness, passing around travel tales like a bucket of popcorn.

Some hostels serve hearty, super-cheap meals, often in family-style settings. A typical dinner is fish sticks and mashed potatoes seasoned by conversation with new friends from Norway to Namibia to New Zealand. The self-service kitchen, complete with utensils, pots, and pans, is a great budget aid that comes with most hostels. Larger hostels even have a small grocery store. International friendships rise with the bread in the kitchens.

Still, hostels are not hotels — not by a long shot. Many people hate them. Hostels can have strict rules. Some lock up during the day (usually from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.), and a few may have a curfew at night, when the doors are locked.

Unless you snare a double or family room, you could have lots of company. Dorms have from four to 20 beds. At official hostels, which require a membership card (see www.hiusa.org), the sexes are segregated. Many independent hostels have both segregated and mixed dorms (no membership card required).

School groups can turn hostels upside down, typically on weekends during the school year and weekdays in the summer. The sounds you’ll hear just after everyone’s turned in remind me of summer camp — giggles, burps, jokes, and strange noises in many languages. Snoring is permitted and practiced openly.

Theft can be a problem in a few hostels, but try this simple safeguard: Wear your money belt (even while sleeping) and don’t leave valuables lying around (but no one’s going to steal your tennis shoes or journal). Use the storage lockers that are available in most facilities. (Other typical hostel services include Internet access and a self-service laundry.)

Hostels come in all shapes and sizes, and some are sightseeing destinations in themselves. There are castles (Bacharach, Germany), moored ships (Stockholm), alpine chalets (Gimmelwald, Switzerland), huge modern buildings (Frankfurt), lakefront villas (Lugano, Italy), former prisons (Ljubljana, Slovenia), medieval manor houses (Wilderhope Manor, England), former choirboys’ dorms (St. Paul’s, London), country estates (Loch Lomond, Scotland), and former royal residences (Holland Park, London).

I’ve hosteled most in Northern Europe, where hostels are more comfortable and the savings over hotels more exciting (particularly in Scandinavia, where you find lots of Volvos in hostel parking lots, as Scandinavians know that hostels provide the best — and usually only — $30 beds in town). I rarely hostel in the south, where hostels are less common, and two or three people can sleep just as cheaply in a budget hotel.

Young backpackers can overrun big-city hostels. Rural hostels, far from train lines and famous sights, are usually quiet and frequented by a more mature crowd. If you have a car, use that mobility to leave the Eurail zone and enjoy some of Europe’s overlooked hostels.

Some travelers love them and will be hostelers all their lives, regardless of their budgets. Hosteling is a philosophy. You trade service and privacy for a chance to live simply and communally with people from around the world.

Hi, I'm Denise. I'm a writer, artist and photographer. This is where I share what I'm seeing, learning and making.


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