Quick trip to LA

A friend invited me to go with her to Los Angeles for a wedding. I was happy to go, because who wouldn’t be happy to visit Southern California, especially when your sister and her family live there?

I flew to LA a day earlier than my friend, on the cheapest airline possible, Spirit Air. Talk about your bare and basic flight! Not only is there a charge for checking a bag, there are also fees for checking into the flight at the desk instead of online, choosing your seat, and even bringing a carry-on bag! The flight to LA was great. I lay back, adjusted my neck pillow, and five hours later, I awoke to find myself hovering over Los Angeles. 

I was not so lucky on the return flight. It was a slightly different style plane than the one that took me to California. On the red eye flight back to Baltimore, we were on a plane with seats that didn’t recline. Safe to say, everyone was miserably uncomfortable. Would I ride Spirit again? Yes, but with reluctance. 

My time in California was delightful. My sister and her kids met me at the airport. The kids wanted N and Out Burger and a vanilla shake, so I had my own version of that–a raw fiesta burger on gluten free brioche and coffee smoothie–from an organic vegan restaurant in Studio City called SunCafe. A bit pricey, but every sip and morsel was delectable. 

My sister’s house is darling–light, bright, and well-laid out, with a beach house feel and a backyard reminiscent of the tropics. I stayed there for the first night. She’s a realtor, and I’m pretty sure she used her insider status to find that charming little cottage in LA’s frighteningly expensive and competitive housing market. 

In the morning, we went to Pop Physique, a boutique fitness studio providing barre/floor combo classes to lively music. It’s fun, in a torturous sort of way. 

Post-Pop Posing

 
My friend arrived later that day, and we headed to Hotel Figueroa which is richly decorated to feel as though you’ve stepped into Morocco, but also quite hip. 

The wedding was on Friday. I’m embarrassed to say we nearly missed it! Assuming it was an evening event, as weddings tend to be, my friend was in bed and I was out buying juices from Pressed Juicery, my new obsession. (I recommend the Greens 5 and the vanilla coffee.) I had nearly reached the hotel with our juices when my friend called me. “So, the wedding is at 10 am,” she said.  It was 9:18. A brunch reception! Who’d ever heard of such a thing? We managed to get brunch-glam and arrived to the wedding on time, in record time.  

Ashlea ‘n me

 The bride was beautiful, the setting was swanky, and the speech by the bride’s father was at once touching, hilarious, and embarrassing. As an outsider looking in, a mere stranger filling in for my friend’s husband, who couldn’t make it, I was still moved by the love between the couple and their families. It was a teetotal event, but every hotel has a bar, and every bar has mimosas. 

A bit of shopping, (I love Crossroads Trading Company, a California-based second hand clothing store, and I also got some great finds in the LA fashion district), a bit of bikini lounging at the hotel whirlpool, delicious food (Cafe Gratitude, for one), great company, a custom paper crown made for me by my four going-on-on-five year old nephew, and midsummer weather in early autumn made this trip the perfect weekend getaway.  Can’t wait to go back next month!

Obligatory “driving down a palm-lined street” photo

 

Return of the Dead

I titled this blog in honor of Halloween approaching and due the fact that it’s been ages since I’ve written anything.  It isn’t that noteworthy events haven’t taken place, it’s just that I’ve been rather distracted. I vow to write more often.  I vow to do a lot of things, actually.

A short summary to bring us up to speed:

I went to Turkey on the fifth of September.  I’d left so abruptly last April, I felt I simply must go back and put things in order.  Besides, I had some nice costumes there.  I stayed about 10 days in Istanbul and of course, it wasn’t quite enough time.  I saw many of my friends, but not all of them.  I got a chance to see my Turkish little sister, and to hear Raquy, my lovely friend, next door neighbor (and a kind-of-a big-deal musician–I think she’s in Lebanon participating in a TV show at the moment), perform in Taksim, and the musicians all invited me up to dance as they played for me, so that was fun.  All in all, the trip was more sentimental than functional.

I returned to DC and spent three weeks here, partly performing, partly interpreting, but mostly wasting time–I wasn’t even practicing yoga everyday(!), and before I knew it, it was the Thursday before our Hong Kong trip.  That day, I served as the Spanish interpreter for a a 16 year old inmate at the Youth Detention Center from seven am to seven pm, and the very next day, I flew to the Far East with my mother and sister to attend my brother’s wedding.

Party of the decade.

{A Chunky Onion Production}

Hong Kong was wonderful.  I stayed about 10 days.  It would have been even better had I not been so broke from the recent Istanbul trip (and the underemployment.)  The wedding was amazing, and was so nice to be together with my family.  Unfortunately, since we’ve left, a few members of said family have become quite miffed with me.  😥

It’s been four days since I got back from Hong Kong, and there’s been a harrowing turn of events including, but not limited to, having to change my return flight to the US, losing my phone forever in a taxi, my Istanbul apartment being burglarized, and other unfortunate occurrences, some of which, in eery retrospect, seem almost to have been foreshadowed during the weeks leading up to this storm of misfortune by things I’d heard, seen, or offhandedly said.  Despite this nightmarish string of setbacks, or perhaps because of them, I have finally found a bit of motivation to get my affairs in order.

Operation work hard and focus is underway.

New Chapter!

Much has happened, but I’ll keep it succinct.

On December 23, I flew to the States from Istanbul for five week holiday.  I enjoyed so much spending time with my family and friends, performing, attending classes, giving a workshop, and indulging in store-bought vegan baked goods.  I began to wonder if five weeks in the US would be enough.

During the time I was in DC, I signed up for an unlimited introductory week of Bikram yoga.  As you can imagine a carpeted room heated up to 105 degrees Fareinheit and used for intense physical activity would, it stank to high heaven in there.  Still, I began to hate it less and less with every class, it was a chance to bond with my sister, who I’d dragged along, and it really does do wonders for your flexibility.  The Karunamayi and Iyengar yoga classes I attended (with my mom!) were great, too.  I also took classes with the amazing Egyptian folkloric and oriental dance instructor, Faten Salama.  The studio gouges you a bit for drop-ins, but it’s better to pay up than to not study with Faten at all.  I also drove all the way out into the depths of Baltimore to take my very first aerial silks class.  Think Cirque du Soleil.  You climb up (gracefully) between two pieces of fabric suspended from the ceiling, secure yourself in the silks, and make beautiful shapes with your body while hanging several feet above ground.  I was convinced after my first experience with aerial dance that I would like to be an aerialist.  In fact, I had known I would love it even before my first class.

I got a chance to travel a bit, too.  I spent MLK weekend in Cleveland.  I saw all the key mid-western players–my best friends and their babies, my dad and step mother, some very old and dear friends–it worked out that I had a performance scheduled in Cleveland, so practically everyone I knew in the city came to see me dance.  After Cleveland, I headed to Oakland.  I have about 30 cousins out there, and I got to spend time with a bunch of them.  My hip young cousin took me to Sunny Spot Cafe, a legal marijuana dispensary.  (For medicinal purposes only, of course.)  Another one of my cousins x-rayed my wrist.  He’s an orthopedic surgeon, and compulsive handstand attempts had caused me to sprain it about 3 and a half months earlier.  It had nearly healed by the time I’d reached California, but I was relieved to get the final word that I hadn’t caused any permanent damage.

My return from California to DC left me in a panic.  I had only four more days to spend before returning to Istanbul, and there was so much more to do.  A yoga friend came to visit me from Rhode Island, so of course we went to Carson Clay Calhoun’s Rocket yoga classes.  Lots of jumping, balancing on our hands and sore muscles.

While I love Turkey and enjoy many things about my life here, it was during this trip that I began to have thoughts about returning to the States sooner than later. After a little over a week of deliberating, I have decided to move back to the US, at least for awhile.  I’ve got a whole plan worked out, and I’m very excited.

Oryantal Lara’s Detox in Paradise?

When I asked my friend Eli, who studied psychology in school and taught in the classroom adjacent to me when I was a teacher at Bosphorus International Preschool, if she thought I was “too self-absorbed” she replied that the mere fact that I was concerned about being too self-absorbed was proof that I was not.

Whew, what a relief, because I do talk about myself quite a lot.

I love my life and I find it exciting. I want to share it with people, and I want them to love their lives as much as possible, too.

I’m always touched, quite pleased, and, more often than not, surprised when someone tells me that I’ve inspired them to do or try something that enriches their happiness, goals, or well-being. It’s true, though, that I’m a bit of an evangelist for living your best life.

I’ve had five guests (friends and family) come stay with me in Alanya on the beach, for anywhere from a long weekend to a few weeks, and four of them mentioned that their time here felt like a detox. One quit smoking cigarettes during her two week stay! (I can’t take credit for that–that’s amazing!) I was thrilled when my mother joined me in practicing yoga while she was here, and I was really excited to hear which of the postures helped to ease a sore spot on her hip/lower back area.

When it comes to food, I prefer to eat all my meals at home and I find it liberating that with the right ingredients and tools, I can prepare most anything I’d like. I became a conscious (can be interpreted as snobby, odd) eater, far before I became an avid cook, and I’m so glad I finally discovered how enjoyable and satisfying it is to make your own healthy, delicious food. Guest number one, a Japanese belly dancer who lives in Istanbul, was always peeking into my pots and pans and blender with curiosity, and guest number five, another former coworker of mine from my school teaching days in Istanbul, said that staying with me was like “having a free cookery lesson”. My sister, who stayed here only nine days, exercised at the open air community gym across the street and jogged around the neighborhood, dropping seven pounds she’d gained after an injury sustained while completing a marathon earlier this year. Seven pounds in nine days! And it’s not like we weren’t eating a LOT. When I have company, a large portion of my day is spent preparing healthy (and delicious!) food and sharing meals with them. Plus, my mother was preparing us delightful dishes, too. What a treat! When I’m alone, I tend to eat more simply, but no less healthily.

My guests went away saying they felt lighter, healthier, more relaxed, had “the digestion of a two year old”, and were expressing plans to “cook more”, “eat more healthy foods”, try this or that recipe at home, or that they might continue eating a vegan diet after they left me. Another two of them were able to go without coffee and played with the idea of not picking up the habit again once they returned home.

I’m in a unique position to enjoy life easily because I really like my job–I absolutely love performing on stage, and the stage on which I dance, the venue that houses it, and the people who work around it are all mostly wonderful, and the benefits and hours are great. What’s more, I don’t work every day–we’re only open three or four days a week–so I don’t get burned out from “too much of a good thing”. Since I perform in the evenings, I have the chance to spend the days relaxing, trying to achieve a yogic handstand (it’s nearly in sight!), cooking, reading, writing, visiting with my neighbors in the garden or our cafe, or teaching yoga to the kids who follow me around the condominium complex. There’s also always the pool downstairs, or the beach, which is just across the underpass from the garden. Nights that I don’t work are spent doing more of the same.

Still, it’s taken me awhile to reach this level of job satisfaction. I’ve held a lot of occupations, walked out of jobs in high dudgeon more than twice, and even (gasp!) been fired from a position I didn’t want, before getting to this point. With a brother who’s a former investment banker and now owns his own event productions company in Hong Kong, a sister who, after leaving her job as a big-time attorney in favor of being a chic mom, returned to work not as a lawyer, but as a high-end realtor, and second sister who formerly worked for a member of congress and as a middle school math teacher, then went on to found a tutoring company and publish a book on GRE math, it kind of runs in my family to maintain our sanity by doing what we were meant to do.

While I’m enjoying where I am in life right now, I also have big goals for the future. I want to grow as a dancer, one day becoming as good as the dancers I most admire. And while I love performing in Turkey (and Cyprus and Greece and Montenegro, as occasional opportunities have popped up over the past two and a half years), there are many beautiful performance stages in many countries, and I’d like to dip my toes into the sea of them! Another of my longer-term goals is to give workshops internationally, and all over the US. There’s something rewarding about teaching to dedicated dancers that I’ve only rarely had the pleasure of experiencing. This is something you only get better at over time. It takes a lot of performances and a lot of teaching to get to the “master teacher” level. I often think that once I become tired of (and before I become too old for) performing full-time for public audiences, I’d like to travel the world giving specialized workshops at festivals and intensives into my middle age and far beyond. After all, one of the most incredible teachers I’ve had whispered to me that she was “older than pantyhose”, and she continues to sharing her knowledge with dancers on several continents.

But enough about my dance goals. One of my guests (hi, Julia!) came up with the loveliest suggestion during her stay. “Why not host retreats for people to detox and recharge?” My mother chimed in–“You can get them into a healthy lifestyle. They could do yoga and eat vegan food. . .” and “You’d do it in a tropical place, like this, where they could swim in the sea and relax.” And of course, “I’d come every year!”

The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. I like to help people, it feels good. I love traveling to exotic places. I’m quite the hostess–I used to run a guest house, after all. And I know (and love) healthy tasty food and desserts, sharing yoga, and treating oneself and one’s body kindly. So. . . What else do you need for such a retreat? Clients, I guess. Anything else?

Castles, Caves and Carob

The end of another month.  My, how time flies.  I am lucky enough to have had my sister and mother visiting for the past week+, and so far, so wonderful!

Sisters!

Love my sister!

Yesterday, a neighbor-friend and his cousin took the three of us to Alanya Castle,

Alanya Castle

Alanya Castle

which was built in the late 13th century and has the most beautiful views, as it is situated at the very top of a peninsula that juts out to, and plummets down into the sea.

Beautiful Alanya

Beautiful Alanya

There are two castles on that peninsula.  One of them is nestled at the end of a circuitous path in a wooded area, and I, the directionally challenged guide, could not find it, but we had fun on the way, getting lost and picking carob pods to eat later.

Can I eat those?

Can I cook with those?

After that, we headed down from the peninsula, back into town, then up into the mountains again toward Dimçayı cave.  Dim Cave was formed by erosion caused by the waves of the Mediterranean Sea passing through Alanya’s mountains thousands and thousands of years ago.  It was magnificent–cool on a sweltering day, fascinating and a bit creepy inside.

Dim Cave–amazing natural phenomenon!

Thoroughly enjoyed and highly recommended!

 

Yay!

Yay!

 

 

 

Dancing in DC

My week-long stay in Washington, DC was a whirlwind of friends, family, fine food, and of course, dancing.
Arriving on a Thursday at midnight, I performed the next day at TurCuisine, and then again on Saturday at Sahara Lounge. These are my favorite places to perform in the DC/MD/VA area, because the atmosphere is lovely, and both venues give me the Beyonce treatment. I hadn’t performed at Sahara since they opened a few years ago, and they’ve expanded their bright family-style restaurant to include a smoky, happenin’ hookah lounge and bar next door.

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Another highlight was my second performance at TurCuisine the following Friday. I gained two new fans. After the show, a two year old boy and his three year old sister approached me to say hello. Unbeknownst to their parents, the boy reached into his pocket to tip me with his very own money. Not to be upstaged by her little brother, the girl rushed back to her table to present me with a precious (plastic) jewel.

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Now I’m in LA with more family

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until December 28th. I know my trip is coming to an end, because I’ve just awakened from a version of the recurring nightmare I have where I’m in the right country at the wrong time–in my dream, I nearly missed my flight back to Turkey, and therefore, my New Year’s Eve performance in Adana. Cold sweat!

Happy holidays, everyone!

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Homelust (Wanderlust + Homesickness)

I know I’ve only just returned from Montenegro and Cyprus, and that I’m going to England in a month, but I’m getting that restless feeling again, and these short trips (wonderful and exciting as they are) aren’t scratching the itch.

I miss America! I’d like to have:

a medicinal herb holiday (I need to recoup) in Northern California, visiting cousins, friends, and enjoying nature

family time with my nephews, sister, and a little Hollywood glamour in LA

a visit to Seattle and/or Portland, just because

a stop in Ohio for old times’ sake (best friends and their babies, my dad) and another in North Carolina because if I don’t go soon, my bosom buddy out there might very well write me off forever

and time in Washington, DC–because home is where the heart and the vegan food are.

Of course I’d need to dance in each and every one of these places, preferably a combination of performing, teaching, and studying, and earn some money while I’m there to finance the trip.

Then I could come back to Turkey.  Or go to Hong Kong, then Turkey.  Or Hong Kong, Indonesia (they tell me it’s beautiful), then Turkey.

Then I’d be satisfied.  For awhile, anyway.

Pix w/ Pixie

I was in Los Angeles last week, partying with some very cool people: A classmate from the University of Salamanca, Spain, who’s now a television producer, my Sicilian fashionista friend from Chicago, a long-lost coworker from my teaching days in Turkey, my sister, her beautiful family, and ballers like this:

photo: V. Incandela

My lil' nephew. Photo: V. Incandela

While I was in LA, I had a photo shoot scheduled with the one and only Pixie Vision Productions.

Upon entering the garage on the way to have my makeup done for the shoot, what should happen?

. . . A large, metal ladder fell on my face.  It hurt.  A lot.

I had a big knot on my forehead, and looked a bit like a unicorn, which is pretty special, but not quite the concept I’d had in mind.

Needless to say, we canceled the shoot. 😦

We tried again after the swelling had had 24 hours to go down.

The photo shoot was a success!

Adventures of a nomadic belly dancer

I returned to Istanbul for the last three weeks of my summer in Turkey.  As much as I love performing in amphitheaters, three months of sand, sun, mountain views and daily shows is quite enough when you’re dealing with an arrogant manager and a roommate who snores.

It’s the holy month of Ramazan, so as my gigs in Istanbul are at Turkish events, and not touristic locations, things are slow dance-wise until bayram, when it’s time to celebrate.   I am enjoying Istanbul city-life and friends, but I should probably find sometime to practice so I don’t lose the ab definition and ease on stage that I gained while constantly performing in Bodrum.

I have so many things to look forward to during the next few months.  Bayram gigs are just the beginning.  I’ll be headed to the United States for nearly three glorious months, starting in early September.  I miss my family and will be traveling from the East to the West coast to see them all.  My brother, who lives in Hong Kong and who I see once a year at best, will be making his annual trip home at the same time.  I have gigs waiting for me in DC, plus, I applied to perform in the accompanying gala show for American History of Belly Dancers of Color, a documentary by Lotus Niraja, a dancer whom I greatly admire. Let’s see if I’m performance DVD ready.  (Crosses fingers.)

After Thanksgiving, I’ll be headed back to Istanbul to find my dream apartment and gear up for the New Year.

Life is exciting.

Maybe I’m biased, but

I think my nephews are the cutest people ever.  The two year old calls the two month old “Pookie.”

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