Today's Binspi: a true gem from a well-known Spanish poet, Antonio Machado. And the beautiful metaphor of the road we walk, the road we take, the road leading through life. Our life. With our own footprints. Our decisions. Our path. With all the amazing and rich experiences we gain by walking. While walking. Constantly learning from every step we take. We can and sometimes will follow others, but it is still going to be our own path. With all its beauties, responsibilities and consequences. We are in charge.
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 The moment she stepped on the land, to check out the place where they will be potentially living, there was no turning back. She felt home. Yet she tried to deny it. As it was so very different from everything she has ever known from before. Tried to protest against it, even semi-faked a terrible bad mood to distract the attention. Semi, because she recognised it quite soon that it was just the programming. Automatisms. Fears. Excuses. To distract. To hold back. To keep everything under control... Haha, so pathetic. And so hard to recognise.
But eventually, she listened to her feelings... She's been practising it for some time now. They emerged with a supernatural power to help her win the battle of truth over her mind. They always show up in the right moment. And they are always right...  Every year it's on the agenda for many. Bringing art and creativity right into the Centre of New Zealand. Attracting many culture loving Kiwis from all over the country, with a growing number of tourists from all around the world, the Nelson Arts Festival showcases some beautiful pieces of inspiration throughout almost 2 weeks. In a truly inspiring setting, on the lovely sunny streets of Nelson, with the magical, misty hills surrounding.
Theatre, dance, music, cabaret, circus, writers' talks, comedy, visual arts, colourful community and family events, everyone can choose. And a Masked Street Parade, with enthusiastic crowds, adults and school kids dressed up in spectacular creations, marching one after the other, on the rhythm of the percussion.  I had my nails done. It was a last minute decision. I was lucky to grasp the last opportunity of the day. The Nail Salon I went to is ran by Vietnamese. Very common in this part of the world, and an interesting resemblance with Parisian beauty salons ran by Chinese ladies. The ladies here are smiley, quick, the service is relatively good price, a simple manicure is around 25 NZD. I'm not sure if it will last very long, maybe 7-10 days (probably less if you dig in the ground planting seeds every day - promise I'll test it haha!), but considering that you get it in 30 minutes, without appointment, even just before they close the shop, with a mini hand massage included, I think it's a great choice for a spontaneous mama trying to make the most out of a little Me Time...
 It all started with the secret plan of the husband. A secret plan that wasn't actually a secret plan at all, as she was fully aware of it, agreed to it, and in the bottom of her heart even wanted it... But in her most unsure and fearful moments she tended to believe it's not happening. At least not with her... How could this be possible... And so quickly? Her heart said yes, but her mind... Well, is she absolutely crazy? Is she really going to give up The Big City Life? The vibe, the buzz, the glamour, the social, the people, the culture, and retreat into the wilderness of a farm life? And, even more, willingly?
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