A fight to remember

I must admit I'm not the biggest boxing fan. No, that statement is incorrect - I'm not a fan at all. When I come to think of it, the images that pop out in my head when I hear the word "boxing", are all about muscular male with broken noses, and splashes of blood. I may be wrong, but I don't want to have an argument. I want to share with you one fight to remember.
Or at least it should have been one. (sigh)
When me and my partner made the decision to travel to Hamburg and watch the World Championship in Boxing - Heavyweight I wasn't thrilled. Not that I don't love to travel. On the contrary. Just boxing is not my scene. But one person changed my mind - Kubrat Pulev.

He had put all effort into the ultimate goal - a fight against Wladimir Klitschko. And I respect that. I can relate to the man who tirelessly pursues his dreams. Not to mention he's Bulgarian, just like me.
Despite my boxing indifference, I got excited, and couldn't wait to get on the plane to Hamburg. I even ordered personalized t-shirts and packed the Bulgarian flag. My travel check list was all done: plane tickets, hotel, train, event tickets. All checked.
And all of a sudden my excitement crumbled down. Because on Monday 25th of August KMG postponed the game to the unknown future. The official reason: Injury of the World Champion Wladimir Klitschko.
My thoughts: He's chicken! I am not sure why I don't believe he has a torn biceps, but I don't. I can only hope that the maneuver would not harm Pulev's preparation for the fight, which now have been scheduled for 15th of November.
Now the downfall: I will miss the fight. I wasn't able to cancel the hotel and the flights, so we are going to Hamburg as planned in September. And now I feel sad because I won't be able to support a great Bulgarian as Kubrat Pulev.
I hope he wins. I hope he knocks the air out of Klitschko. I hope he reigns the boxing world. I hope!

Throwback Thursday - Bruges

Chocolate, canals, beer and diamonds.

You may think that these four words have nothing in common. But you're wrong. Bruges, Belgium is an unique mixture of all of them. "Venice of the Nord" - a name that fits that charming old town like a glove.
I had the fortune to spend couple of days walking through the streets of Bruges.

Jan van Eyckplein

 

I've visited at a time when I needed to get away from the dull life and the boring job. And Bruges happened to be the perfect remedy for me. A place where time had stopped, and despite the tons of tourists, you can soak up the history and the surprising tranquility.

 

 

 

I've stumbled upon numerous chocolatier's shops, but the one thing that surprised me was that I found the beer again. Strong, light caramel-colored, bitter, and yet refreshing and so addictive.

 

 

I hope I will return, dear Bruges. I will return to be kissed under the warm sunrays surrounded by cocoa aroma.

I will return.



Blogging 1. 01

My first post and I feel like dinosaur. Some of you had become real pros in blogging and I am starting just now. But writing ramblings on a paper (my laptop screen) was always easier than talking to people face to face. Maybe that's a writer's fate or I do need to visit a psychiatrist. Whatever the case you're stuck with me ;) . I will try to update you regularly on my ever-changing moods, my progress in writing, and the million book ideas that just need all the time in the world. (Sigh). So stay tuned, subscribe, and never miss a mental breakdown. I'm kidding! Or not :)
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Image by Victor Habbick at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 

Ok, I admit, that picture is not quite right. She looks more like The Wicked Witch of the West, hahahah, but you get the meaning.
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