Poem on how I didn´t go see a beautiful place in Turkey strangely connected to my origins
Author: Veronica
I am a traveler above all things.
I have done many different things in my life, but the one thing I never stopped doing is traveling and looking for the music of places.
It may be rare for somebody who loves their home as much as I do to keep moving around like a nomad in an ancient desert.
My water and my oasis is any place where I can find a quiet garden, a beautiful deserted beach, a friendly stranger, a perfect view from my window.
After 20 years of roaming the Earth looking for-and finding-these things, I believe it is time to share my tales with the world, in the hope that some of you will relate to my stories, or perhaps drop in an say hi to some of the wonderful people I have met in my travels, in the course of your own journeys.
Los Turcos (in Spanish)
A Spanish language poem about the astounding similarities I found between historic enemies Turkey and Armenia when I visited Istanbul a couple of years back.
PAMUK
This poem has to do with my last name and my Armenian family´s origin in what is now part of Turkey. In honor of my father and my ancestors.
The Music of the Mosque
A poem written at sunset anchored between the Asian and European sides of Istanbul and listening to the rise of prayer
My Istanbul, a strange love story
How an Armenian writer fell in love with Istanbul forever (and what to do to ensure the same happens to you…)
Five favorite places to eat all over the world
Five of my favorite restaurants all over the planet.
Finding home: CAPRI
Two years ago, I coincided with a large group of Armenian tourists doing a Mediterranean cruise. Capri was one of our stops. When I was having lunch at a beautiful restaurant, as part of a day tour of Capri and the Amalfi Coast, I sat at a table with Vart, Silvia, and their respective husbands. They were all of Armenian origin, just like me.
Honolulu on a cruise: easy guide for first-timers
One of my most vivid images of Waikiki is of listening to a Hawaiian band playing Iz´s version of “Somewhere over the Rainbow”, with the sun going down behind them. There was just something fundamentally Hawaiian about that scene, the beautiful music, the Hawaiian-shirt-clad musicians with their ukeleles, and the silhouettes surfing into the sunset in the background.
Under the Maui Stars
I just didn´t want to go back to sleep on the ship. Simply, I NEEDED a connection. It was not about booking a hotel and staying there by myself…
This was MAUI!!! I had to see those Maui stars, whatever the cost.
