In Transit

Another year, another adventure, another refreshment of Sarah The Nomad.

This time I'm revisiting old haunts, going back to places where I've experienced the ultimate happiness, and I'm not looking behind me. I'm also travelling alone.

This journey has been a long time in the making. Thanks to my family and friend for helping me get here (finally!) - and now that I'm here, there is a sense of overwhelming calm. Rest. Quiet.

Perhaps it's my stopover in Singapore (where i'm currently writing from) that has given me this feeling. I woke up much earlier than I had anticipated, and since my phone clock is set to an hour later than Singapore's actual time, I walked the streets before most shops had opened. The roads were quiet, nearly empty, and I spent the entire morning listening to Zero 7 walking the streets of SIngapore in the rain. Pure bliss.

Singapore is a shopping paradise. Pity I'm not interested. I would go nuts if I had all the money in the world - designer shops, gucci, chanel, george jensen, prada, ysl - i go gaga just window shopping. But that's the limit of my retail interaction. And man, are those window outfitters talented.

I walked along Zion Rd (loved the name), tried my luck to have a sneak peek at the Raffles Hotel, and admired the local shule from afar. I wondered why, as Jews, therer is this sense of attraction to check out the local synagogues in the countries we visit. Do Israelis do it? Do any other Jews do it? Or is it just me?

This post is really about nothing, just an introduction to the next saga in Sarah The Nomad. The posts won't be plain retelling of my actions, I promise. It's just so hot and muggy and grey in this bland city - I'm spent.

Over and out, y'all.