It was not a bucket list but I had dreams of going to see the Pyramids in Egypt.
Dreams of climbing the tallest mountain in the lush green Andes in South America – perhaps Machu Picchu.
I wanted to go to Siam and see the exquisite graceful dancers with their unique golden costumes. I wanted to watch them dance and even learn how they moved their heads and fingers.
How do they move their hands and fingers – I am sure it takes intense practicing since they were children.
Not that it was last but I wanted to visit Poland because my father’s side of the family was Polish. It used to get my goat when my father and grandmother spoke Polish so that I couldn’t tell what they were saying. He knew Polish; I did not!
How can I not be fascinated by my own Polish culture?
I want a vest like this one.
The beard is a little funky.
|Black Madonna from Czestochowia|