Just me

I introduced you to my dog without properly introducing myself. I guess there is not a lot to say, or maybe there is too much info to fit it in a tiny post? I'd like to hope that it's the second reason.

So lately, I define myself in terms of being an "ex-smoker". Since smoking was an essential part of my identity, cutting the damn cancer sticks (for the 10th time) is a top current issue.

Before you've fallen asleep, I'll get to the essence of this post. Who am I?

I fell utterly and completely in love with London, got lost in Amsterdam, went to Rome and never visited the Vatican, went fishing in the Indian ocean, went to Pisa and didn't make it to the tower (I was busy looking for shoes), I am terrified of flying and of elevators and I am crazy about chocolate.

So that's simply me. Here are some random photos from the past years.

Benjamin-Franklin the Pug

Hello, world!

It just hit me that I've failed to introduce you to Benjamin-Franklin. I am not talking about 100 dollar bills. And no, this Benjamin-Franklin has nothing to do with the Founding Fathers. He is simply my pug. Actually, he's more than a pug, he's this hairy and opinionated little gentleman, cute as a button.
As any self-respected traveler, I like to come home to my furry monster.
Say hi! :)

The one without Tulum

Good Morning, world!

You may be wondering about the weird title of this post. Well, I'm sure that the dedicated fans of Friends (such as myself) already got it: it is a story about Tulum, and I'm not in it!

November 2013 is almost gone and I always associate this period of the year with one thing - Anticipation. Anticipation of Christmas, of winter discounts and of course - of NYE. I'll be heading to London to mourn the end of this year and to celebrate the beginning of 2014. However, if it was up to me, I would have traveled a few thousand kilometers further south-west, across the Atlantic, towards a little Mayan village called Tulum.

I have been dreaming to visit Mexico for a few years now. Somehow, when I think of this place, which I've never seen, associations with Alice in Wonderland come to mind. To me, it is this magical foreign land, where even the names of the towns have a special flavor. Take Quintana Roo - home to Tulum and to Playa del Carmen: these bizarre names are full of promises. They promise adventure, sun, sand, spicy food...generally all these exotic things that are forgotten here, in Europe. However, some of us, although we've never really experienced them, we dream about them.

I am obsessed with places that have a soul, places that have witnessed history unravel. I do appreciate natural beauty and even more so, natural beauty, combined with the spirit of centuries far gone.

And now the reason that I want to visit Tulum exactly on the 31 of December: the most unique, laid-back-cool party will take place at this very spot: Flying Circus. All that fuss about a party?! To me it is worth it. Dedicated followers of fashion travel the world to attend fashion week, then why not do so for a party? Fashion is one way to express yourself yet this expression would be incomplete without the music, the places and the people you chose to surround yourself with.Someone had said that music is what feeling sounds like. I couldn't agree more. A cool party is a fusion of all these other tools of expression. The fashion – thinking what to wear, to show off your unique identity, the traveling – globetrotting in order to attend the hottest festivals, the sound – loosing yourself in the music, forgetting the world and dancing your troubles away.

 Globalization has ruined many good things, secluded places are becoming mass resorts, our beloved electronic music is becoming more and more mainstream. To me Flying Circus symbolizes the refusal to conform, to grow up, to face reality. It is a special gathering of like-minded people, who come to celebrate the end of the year in shorts and flip flops, instead of black dresses, people who will cheat winter and will fall into sandy summer oblivion, at least for a few days.

You'd say, it's ironic that we despise globalization, yet we are willing to fly 10 hours and to part ways with 2013 in the company of a global audience. I guess, I was a bit hypocritical, and I have to admit that globalization has some good aspects.

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To those who have the remote chance of being there - go! Go before Tulum becomes another Cancun. The rates of development of this former tiny village are scary. I hope that I'll be able to see it the way it's supposed to be seen soon, before we've ruined it. If you wonder what my NYE's wish will be - it's just one, wanna guess?

The Island of Zeus

I've been missing summer 2013 ever since the temperatures dropped and the open-air parties ended. Therefore my first post at this new blog is the logical follow up. This will be a tribute to summertime. 

Let me introduce you to Crete - the magical island of Zeus. I constantly dream about exotic holidays far far away and I was really surprised to find this piece of paradise so close to home. If you have the possibility, go there! Go for the friendliest people you'll ever meet, for the best that the Greek cuisine has to offer, and for some of the best beaches in the world (or at least in the Mediterranean). 

My friends and I, we often find ourselves resentful of the modern material society. Don't get me wrong, I love the big city. I love the dynamism, the ever-present sense of urgency. I love to see people reading their books while riding the escalator at Waterloo station. However I loved the simplicity of Crete. It seems that time stands still at this place. Somehow the past and the present and intertwined, resulting in a harmonious living history. You may not get feeling now, obviously, I am not a very good writer. However, once you are there, sipping your mojito at one of the coastal cafes under the old Venetian fortress in Rethymnon, looking at the "pirate ship" that takes another group of tourists to see the Cretan sunset, breathing in the incredible atmosphere and rejecting reality - then you'll totally get it. 

Just another Blog...but different

After seeing the extremely unimaginative title of this blog, you are probably already rolling your eyes skeptically. Another girly-clothes-related blog. Well, you are right that the world will keep on spinning without my creative efforts. Reading this blog will not really contribute to the rising of your intellectual level. However, I am pretty opinionated. Unfortunately, my friends are tired of listening to me, so I decided to create this little online space where I can talk as much as want.
The blog is called "in my suitcase" not because it will be about fashion. Yes, expect a lot of clothes and bags, and shoes (ooh Shoes!), but there will be more than that. I am constantly in between addresses, so obviously, I often have to pack my entire universe within the compounds of my suitcase. This is what the title represents - the mixture of my interests from fashion to travel and from partying to politics.

 You've already read two paragraphs, which makes me incredibly happy. Stick around, I hope you'll enjoy reading! Or don't....then have a nice life and see you when I come up with something more exciting :)