I Am A Princess

Hello my lovely people who follow my blog(the 3 up there on the right corner, you are awesome).
I am back from a weekend at a lovely place called Sidai(Sidai is the Maasai word for, good, beautiful and...OSTRICH! Go figure). It was such a nice place, with a breath taking view of the Mountain of the God(which also has this maasai name, but I won´t adventure on spelling it here).
Really the view would make you want to cry, the sunset with pink and gray and the clouds, beautiful...you would feel like you were in Heaven(I secretly hope Heaven is going to look something like some of the places I have been to here in Africa, just with the ocean nearby).
The lodge houses were the most romantic place you would have ever seen, a simple construction that was able to be simple, yet comfortable, and romantic while very practical. I fell in love with 2 particular things, the bed, that was right in front of the balcony doors(in the morning we would open these doors and have tea on our porch admiring the view) and had a mosquito net and we are all aware of how much I love mosquito nets, and then the bathroom, yes the bathroom, for someone who has bathed in rivers and peed with a view, having this lovely bathroom with the most lovely shower you have ever seen was like giving a kid candy. So I guess we can all say that this was for sure not camping, it was more being thrown in a 5 star lodge to be pampered and taken care of all day. I absolutely loved it, but not to make a habit out of it(as if I would ever be able to say that being at a place like that is a habit of mine).
The only reason I got to go was because of some really nice people, the people I know know, who were so very sweet to invite us for such a weekend. Really I cannot better describe this place that maybe think about peace, quiet, animal sounds, heat, nice comforters, beautiful bathroom, amazing view, and yummy food and yes my friends that is exactly where I spent these 2 most amazing days.
Getting there is certainly not my favorite part, it takes 3 hrs and the roads are bumpy and I might have mentioned my problem with motion sickness, even when not in motion at all, just the thought of bumpy roads makes my tummy go wild. I managed, though to survive and it was all very worth my while, sitting around the campfire having a glass of red wine, yes, yes very worth it. On day number 2 Mr.B, Colin and I went out to look for leopards, even though I have been praying to see one I must tell you I was a tid bit nervous, but Mr.B made an offer I was not going to refuse. He let me drive the Land Cruiser! THE LAND CRUISER PEOPLE!!!!!It´s a car(with wheels and stuff), well a jeep, and I got to drive it, and it was so AWESOME, I am quite certain it beats the bathroom by tons. I felt like I could do anything, actually I have been getting that feeling a lot lately, like I can do anything.Hopefully it won´t send me flying off of buildings and stuff, because I am sure that would kill my grandma. Going back to the jeep, so we drove for a while, and I only let it die once and then we stopped and looked out for the leopards. I am starting to think leopards don´t want to meet me, because I haven´t seen any, but Mr. Cerval Cat must have thought I made some yummy dinner, with all the meat I have gained since I am here, he paid us a visit, what a vision from the Land Cruiser´s roof! Let me tell you, it might have beaten that sunset view too.
And so this was my weekend that prevented me from writing for 2 days, but I think you won´t hate me too much when you read this. I enjoyed my free time reading Ms.Lammot´s book(because even though she gave me a reality check, she is one funny lady and any christian lady who ain´t afraid of profanity sure deserves my time and whole attention), and wrote on my journal,some really lovely entries, some really scared ones of the time to come, some really romantic ones, some ideas and et voila- poetry! I have not touched poetry for the longest time, either to read it or write it and out in Sidai camp it just overflowed me and so I wrote my guts out on my journal. I will take a look and maybe post some, some are not ok yet and some will never be posted on this blog, but I felt so good writing it, it just brought my soul back to feeling.Poetry is my way of feeling... I love it! It makes me feel like my soul, might after all, be alive.
I don´t think that feeling like a princess(title of this post) has anything to do with castles, prince´s, fairy tales or anything like that, I think it has to do with the way you secretly think of yourself, the way you see yourself, the way you perceive yourself and I came back from this little retreat absolutely feeling like one.
I hope I will continue feeling like one...
I am a Princess:)