TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Monday, July 9, 2007

9:42 PM
Posted by jodi rose

Everything is still so up in the air, still waiting to see the new pattern from the latest twist of life's kaleidoscope. Finding plenty of joy and distraction until then, and slogging away at getting words into shapes that make sense. Or at least aren't completely incoherent...

As Philippa said at the Bjork concert last night 'If I was Dutch and you were Icelandic.... I'd be tall and you'd be famous!' Her show was very low-key until the last few songs, but gorgeous, such a kooky wonderful singer with the most childlike dancing style, beautiful to watch her pink and white kimono style sleeves flutter in the wake of her movements. And that crazy voice, very very fabulous and played some of my favourites.

We had an impromptu trip to the beach with Marcelo as he forgot to bring the ticket with him, so took us out to Haarlem and we lounged by the sea for hours. On the only sunny day all summer, or so it seems. Found the sweetest old-wood panelled cafe on the way home, with huge fresh plates of delicious schnitzel or salmon and salad. Very happy and sandy.

Picking up my fragments and reconfiguring life for the next few weeks, then heading south. It's not so bad really, just one stable thing would be nice. One.

Threes took me out to NDSM, the old shipyard which are now theatre spaces and fancy offices, amazing architecture and beautiful old boat docks. She directed a performance there in the mid-nineties, which famously flooded the actors and musicians, and in exactly the same spot another group was doing something for the festival out there this week.

Having fun with the visiting dancers next door, although I didn't make it again to the performance tonight - sad, as troupe from Burkina Faso, but will try to get to their workshop on wednesday. Bringing back all those African dance classes with mum at the STC. back in the day.

Filled seven jars with sunshine cameos during the cold wet rainy days.