Lady Breeze

“Wait Mister Postman Oh yeah (Is there a letter in your bag for me) Please, Please Mister Postman (Why's it been a very long time) Oh yeah (Since I heard from this friend of mine) There must be some word today From my friend so far away Please Mister Postman, look and see Is there a letter, a letter for me" […] The Marvelettes - Please Mr. Postman (1961)   #SWYers  will relate. To those who know me well, know how much I appreciate letters and postcards until our time today. At the age of 9 years old, I had my very very first solo trip to Europe. Back then in the 90’s there were no internet nor mails and no cell phones of course. Thanks to my dad, he taught me the importance of documenting my travelogue as well how to keep in touch with people I meet along my journey, specially those who live abroad. And since then I’ve developed a new hobby of sending letters and post cards and collecting those I’ve received in return. Early this morning, I have received a very...

Few days ago, a dear friend asked me: Is there something in particular you miss from your time in SWY?  I miss the ocean. I miss how clear it was. I miss how the birds would fly freely next to our beloved home Nippon Maru. How nature reflected on us. I miss those early mornings by the sun rise and those late nights stargazing. On those fullmoon days I could see the moon is smiling back to us. How beautiful and simple our life was? SWY gone with the wind. I left everything beh ind and ran away. I ran to the ocean. I needed break from my life, from deadlines. I didn't want to worry about life nor what could be next. It was the best choice I have made since a quite sometime. I've encountered beautiful talented and successful souls. I've learned not to judge, to love, respect and accept. Most importantly I've learned a lot about my self. I miss the deep warm hearted conversations and the free hugs. I miss dancing everywhere on any beat as if you are a free soul. I miss...