Don't Say a Bad Word About Sark, Old Lady!

Hello all,

Wow, where is my writing inspiration gone, it's been ages since I wrote anything.

So I don't know if I mentioned but this summer I have been living on Sark island again.

When I was waiting for the ferry to go back to Sark today I overheard the conversation of one elderly couple. They have just been in Sark and they were sharing their opinion about it. So I stretched my ears and tried to follow their words, so nosy I am!

The woman was one grumpy lady, not happy about anything. She complained and complained while her husband was silently nodding his head. ''Would never come back to Sark again'', ''no sandy beaches, such a waste of time'', ''would never recommend to a family trip with children'', ''those tractors, horrible, and that dust everywhere they create'', ''the only good thing was scallops, but even that was average'' and so on and on. Not a single good word. ''If I want a seaside holiday, wouldn't ever come back even to Guernsey''...

I was sitting there and completely disagreeing with her in my head. I just could not believe how she wouldn't like even a thing about Sark. Now I must say, I am not even a local, I can't speak for the island. But 4 summers that I spent here proved me that it's the best Channel Island.

It's wonderful! And if I would have children I would definitely put Sark as my first holiday destination. No cars, nor pollution, beautiful empty beaches. interesting caves to explore and such a freedom and tranquility. How can you not love this place?

People are so friendly here, and how often do we find places in Europe where not having enough cash for a cake or ice-cream still gets you an ice cream because locals just trust you and they know you will bring change when you got one.

And how unique this island can be. How many communities don't survive in the conditions that Sark has. People here work hard and maybe from time to time they complain about things, but they keep Sark going.

No sandy beaches? Have you looked around? The beaches are stunning and Guernsey have even more. Or are you looking for a beach that is surrounded by casinos, where seagulls drop their poo every 2 seconds and to relax in the beach means being surrounded by some rowdy neighbours eating greasy burgers and fish and chips?Well, I must say, go back there then.

I know that I probably sound like her, mean and grumpy, ha! Attacking poor old lady on the internet. But I love this place and when somebody talks badly about it, it hurts me a little bit.

This summer has been good. Full of running, swimming, massages, learning and changes in life. Autumn is here and very soon with a new wind I'll go somewhere else, on another adventure. But I will keep spreading good word about Sark. Because it's the best. You heard that old lady? ha

Much love to you all,

Ligita

P.S. the post doesn't have many pictures due to technical problems:)

friends visiting!

Collecting memories and the Donkey Paradise

Hello again, or should I keep writing Hola from now on,

So what is happening in my life. I keep asking this question myself for million of times.

This travel gives me so much air to breathe and think. I LOVE IT. It is kind of form of meditation when you have an opportunity to look inside yourself but for much longer time.

The life here is good, the weather is not changing as well, still warm and I do have a feeling that winter will never be here, haha!

Last weekend I went rock climbing, today had a bicycle trip and yesterday went to great National Geographic photography exhibition. So I keep myself fit (well at least trying!) and do some cultural stuff as well.

The annoying part in my life at the moment is the comfort. I don’t want it anymore. My life is more full when I am dirty standing on the road and hitch-hiking, meeting people and not having access to the internet. I do not deny, sometimes I love comfort and sometimes I secretely dream not to do anything but after one month spent in real comfortable conditions it is time to move on. I feel like I soaked from this place what I wanted.

So, next Friday I am leaving this kind Asturian family and going to the Donkey Paradise. Ha! And it is not my sarcasm, not at all! The place is actually called Donkey Paradise. It is an organization, still in the same region Asturias, which host many old and retired donkeys which cannot be looked after anymore. They do have 24 donkeys, all different and very very cute, 4 dogs, 5 cats and 2 horses. Animal paradise!!! I am extremely excited because I will spend there whole November and I can’t wait to get dirty, woohoo!

However, I will definitely miss this family. They taught me Spanish (I am still the beginner but with a better understanding of some tricky things), they took me as a daughter, fed me like a princess and gave so much knowledge about the life in Spain. Father Paco gave me a lot of advises with my future and actually very wise and interesting, I will keep them all in my head and maybe one day who knows I will return to them to say big big thank you.

I am so so happy that I have a courage and determination to do this trip and when I don’t know it’s ending, I feel great, I feel free. Free to do whatever I want.

In the beginning I was a bit freaking out of this unknown future but the more I live the more I realise that I don’t need to know what is going to happen and I don’t need one year plan or something.

For now Spain is a stop in my life. For how long, nobody knows. And I dare you to do the same because it feels amazing.

Keep shining everybody.

With love,

Ligita

These sweets are in every single Spanish shop. I am so tempted to buy them all the time!

The view from my room. They have small jungle :)

My favourite tree

Very cool museum where we went to the Exhibition of photography

Cool Cafe inside the museum

One of the photos of the photographers of National Geography. This picture is amazing. But it is more amazing when you know the story behind. This little boy is crying because some rude and awful taxi driver drove and killed their all sheep, the source they were living from. Fortunately, kind people donated money and these people can buy some sheep and live again. 

Nearly November!

Xivares. The place I live at

Me climbing with Paco