Step into the Big Wide World

    On Friday I was chatting with a young woman and my recent holiday popped into the conversation. She had never visited Tenerife and was inquisitive as to what it had to offer.

    Following ten minutes, or so of probing questions she decided that she had found a potential place to spend her next vacation. Finally she asked, "Do they speak English there?" When I informed her that Spanish was the inhabitant's first language, her enthusiasm suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

    Seeing her reaction to my reply, I explained that she wouldn't have any trouble communicating with the islanders, as English was widely spoken. She smiled, but I could see that her initial excitement had most definitely waned.

    This isn't the first time I've been asked this question following a trip to Europe, or further afield and it never ceases to amaze me that individuals are put off visiting another country, just because English isn't the first language.

    In our schools the uptake of language courses such as French, German, Spanish has diminished over the years and I find that difficult to comprehend. Not only because more of us desire to holiday overseas and experience different cultures; but because in times when jobs are very scarce, having an extra string to our bow could open the door to a whole lot more job opportunities.

    It's time that we make it compulsory to learn another language in school, that's if we want to step into the big wide world we live in.

   

   

   

Exodus

   

Canary Islands

    The ocean to me is one of the most beautiful things to behold in this world. I love nothing better than just to sit in silence and watch the waves break against a rocky shore. If I've told you this before, please forgive me.

    However, for thousands fleeing war torn and deprived areas of Africa, the waters off the coast of the Canary Islands, are the last stage of a perilous journey in a search for a better life. Their trip in overcrowded and unseaworthy boats, they believe will be the beginning of the life they dream of.

    Those migrants who do make it to dry land, will find that the money they paid for the trip doesn't provide them with a better life, but only lines the pockets of the human traffickers who transported them there. Unfortunately many lives will come to a tragic end, as did those trying to reach Italian shore's last week. With less than half of the men, women and children who set sail from North Africa for Sicily surviving following rescue near the island of Lampedusa.

    If you holiday in Europe you will come across male African migrants regularly selling counterfeit goods in the tourist resorts. Living on their wits and dodging local police in fear of being arrested. Whilst we tourists sip our Pina Coladas we have no real grasp on the motives behind their persistency to make a sale. An insistency that can become more than a little tiresome at times. What the future holds for the women and children in the dark seedy underworld, I will leave to your imigination. Although for them it is not a fictional plot.

    Many of the men and women are obligated to send back money to repay their family and friends who helped pay the traffickers. For others it's a down payment for the fraudulent papers they  need to make the next leg of their illegal journey, in the search for that green and pleasant land.

    These merciless seas are unlikely to deter this continual mass human exodus, but we can hope that a worldwide solution can one day be found. God bless.




   
   

   

   

   

   

   

Thanks

   

    This blog post is my 100th and I can hardly believe it. When I left clicked on the publish icon in September last year for the first time, my stomach was churning and the palms of my hands were very sweaty.

    So, what has changed in a year? Well, my stomach still churns when I publish a post, but thankfully my palms are no longer sweaty. I now welcome the nerves I once feared, they're a sign that I still care about the journey I am on.

    Of course the biggest event in the last year was the publication of my debut novel in April. Salvation No Kissing Required is the title, just in case you haven't noticed and it was published by Featherweight Press.

    But, I have to warn my budding author friends out there, that when your book is finally published  that's only the beginning. It's similar to a kid who has just gained all their grades to go to university, or college, enrolling is only the start. All the hard work has still to come.
   
    I believe as a newbie writer it's imperative that you make sure you have a presence on the social media circuit. Otherwise how will anyone know about you. Readers don't wake up in the morning and say, "I must buy Christina Rowell's, or Joe Blog's book today." Why would they, it's a big wide world out there. Joe Blog, me and you are little minnows in a huge pond.

  When I started blogging I decided that I wasn't going to give advice on how to get published, or how to polish your manuscript for submission. Why? Because I don't think I'm qualified. You've read my typos. I'm the kid starting further education, I've just stepped onto the learning curve of this journey. I'm keeping my head down and keeping on writing.

    What I set out to do was to let you into my world. I wanted to give you some idea as to what makes me tick and hopefully I have done that. If I haven't it's just as well that I'm going to continue blogging twice a week. I hope you will drop by every now and then. Thanks for your support. Hugs.

   

   

       

   

A Celebration of Words

   

    In the UK yesterday it was National Poetry Day, a campaign to celebrate poetry. I am a day late, but it's never too late to honor any form of the written word. Is it?

My Dream

 

 

I saw her as an angel fair, with sparkling eyes of blue

With cheeks like blossomed roses, and lips pf reddish hue

Her body formed like Venus, as graceful as a Queen

I never thought I'd find a girl, like the angel of my dream

 

But then you came into my life

Bringing with you boundless joy

My angel soon will be my wife

And life together we'll enjoy

 

I still dream of my angel fair

With sparkling eyes of blue

But now I know my angel's name

Margaret dear, it's you

 



                                           M.S.M copyright C.R
 



      My uncle wrote this poem in declaration of his love for my aunt and I shared the opening verse of it with you earlier in the year. Sadly they are both no longer with us, but his words and love live on.

Say a Little Prayer

Crystal clear water

    A couple of days before I took my recent trip, I was busy finishing off some edits on my current project and I came to the conclusion that there was just that little something missing. A little something that would gel the whole story together.
    For the life of me I just couldn't think what and although I knew it was a good idea to try and forget about it for a while, it just kept niggling away at me in the early days of my vacation.

Beach in Puerto De La Cruz

    I don't know if it was the sandy beaches, the crystal clear waters, or watching the boats and yachts sail into the Marina Del Sur, but I'm glad to inform you that the missing link has now been written and I can breath a sigh of relief.

Marina Del Sur

    Of course it may have been the prayer I said to the Black Madonna, the patron saint of Tenerife that did the trick.

Black Madonna

Fantasy Island

     

Mount Teide (my first view of Tenerife by air)

    Folklore inspires me and so when I go on vacation I try to immerse myself in it. Not just in the material I read, but by searching for places of interest to visit.


Casa de la Aduana (Custom House) in Puerto De La Cruz. Circa 17th century

    I've just returned from Tenerife, in the Canary Islands, Spain; a place which is a regular haunt of mine and many writers of all genres. Whatever makes you tick as a writer, or artist you'll find here. Fiction and non-fiction writers alike, will be inspired by its awesome landscape, botanical wonders, buildings of historical and religious importance. After all this is the island where Horatio Nelson lost his right arm.

Castillo San Felipe, Puerto De La Cruz

    Away from my normal base on the south of the island, I spent a few days this time round in Puerto De La Cruz, a ciudad in the Orotova Valley. Although it's a very popular tourist resort, it's jam packed with sites to visit and sights to see, all with a magnificent story to tell.

Nuestra Senora de la Pena de Francia Church, Puerto De La Cruz

    This city, located on the north of the island has played host to authors for centuries. Oscar Wilde's father and renowned writer in his own right, William Wilde spent time here in the early 19th century. As did Prussian writer, explorer, geographer and Foreign Honary Member of the American Academy of Arts & Sciences, Alexander Von Humboldt.

    The journey both men made here would be very different from mine, but they were inspired just as I am with this fantasy island.

   

Leaving Tenerife and Mount Teide behind





   

Doesn't Time Fly By ?

   

    Okay I've kicked off my beach shoes, put on my slippers and swapped the sun lounger for a computer chair. I'm back.

    Having deliberately taken a break from social media for the last two weeks, I managed to have a few days away to sunnier climes and I'm now raring to get working on a day to day basis again.

    Yesterday I spent the day catching up with Twitter and reading some of my favourite blogs. When taking a break, time always seems to fly by even faster than it does normally and reading all that interests me in the social media scene, is a mammoth task. A task which would take me more than a day to do, but that's all I'm afraid I can spare it at present.

    On Friday, I'll share some of my vacation escapades and snaps with you, so please drop by. Hugs to you all. Why ? Because I missed you. Come on, admit you missed me too!