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My own "Eat,Pray,Love" story.
Keto dy muajt a fundit kane qene cuditerisht te mbushura me teme Aziatike. Ne dasmen e G, u vesha me nje fustan kinez dhe freskoren kineze. Me shume dukesha une Aziatike sesa S qe eshte vertet nga ato vende. Megjithate shkembimi ishte interesant, une u vesha sipas kultures se saj, ajo mesoi valle popullore prej meje dhe u informua prej programit mbi nje sere traditash shqiptare. I mbeti ne mendje shpulla qe i jepet dhenderrit kur merr nusen.
Patjeter, who wants to miss THAT? I can understand someone wanting to avoid the bouquet throwing, but not that.
Nuk zgjat shume, kur ne sajtin e mental health , njihem me yoga-n. Nje nga terapistet atje me fton te provoj disa ushtrime bashke me klasen e saj dhe une pak skeptike, iu nenshtrova udhezimeve. Por per cudi yoga paskesh qene aq perfekte per mua sa po behet praktike.
Me vone, W, shoqja ime nga Liberia, me inkurajoi duke me ftuar ne restorantin tone te preferuar Tailandez. Dhe J ,vajza qe sa u pagezua ne kishen tone, dhe qe eshte nga Kina, me jep nje dhurate tradicionale kineze. Dhe s'ka shume qe jam njohur me V, nje vajze po nga Kina,Shangai, shume e embel dhe inteligjente me dhuron nje shall kinez te mendafshte dhe shumengjyresh vetem se i dhashe nje ndihme te vogel. I felt so undeserving. What i had done was so little. I felt unreasonable guilt even,( that needs to be addressed another time) and almost like saying but did not say: "I served you just for the sake of serving,but not to get anything in return." But I accepted it ,rationalizing that she is behaving out of tradition and culture and therefore my conscience was not violated either.
Coming back to Albanian traditions now, I wonder why I don't have the same love and enthusiasm for our traditional costumes as i do for Chinese/Indian/Middle Eastern ones? I wonder how I would feel wearing an Albanian costume. Would I feel proud?
They are beautiful.
And as far as food, I am a die hard fan of Meditterrean cuisine, especially my mom's cooking, her fresh warm homemade bread tastes so good. Her cooking reminds me of this brief conversation my 3 year old nephew had with my sister:
L----What are you eating E?
E----I call it 'buke thate ' mom.
I miss Albania.
L.