List of things that were killed by IPhone:


  • Residential Landline
  • Blackberry
  • Camera
  • Alarm Clock
  • Calendar
  • Phone book, address book and/or Rolodex
  • Calculator
  • Radio, Boombox and Ipod
  • GPS
  • Notebook and/or Sticky-Notes
  • Banking
  • Flashlights
  • XM Satellite Radio
  • Kindle/E-book Reader
  • Magazines and/or Newspaper Subscription
  • Mirror
  • Photo albums
  • Dictionary
  • Portable Video Camera
  • Coupons/Vouchers
  • Airline paper tickets

Are there anything else that I’ve missed?  Feel free to share your thoughts.


My Paris

Extinguish my eyes, I still can see you
deprive my ears of sound, I still can hear you
and without feet, I still can come to you
and without voice, I still can call you.

Sever my arms from me, I still will hold you
with all my heart as with a single hand
arrest my heart, my brain will keep beating
and should your fire at last my brain consume
the flowing of my blood will carry you.

~Theodora, Paris 2011~

From The Eyes Of A Child

I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
I’d rather one would walk with me than merely show the way;
For the eye’s a better pupil, and more willing than the ear.
Fine counsel is confusing, but example’s always clear.
And the best of all the creatures are the ones who live their creeds,
For to see the good in action is what everybody needs.

I soon can learn to do it, if you let me see it done;
I can watch your hand in action, but your tongue too fast may run.
And the lectures you deliver may be very wise and true,
But I’d rather learn my lesson by observing what you do.
For I may misunderstand you, and the high advice you give,
But there’s no misunderstanding how you act, and how you live.

My so called life…

Wanderlust: A very strong desire and irresistible impulse or desire to travel the world” – I’m happy that I suffer from this!

“How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.” – Anais Nin

My 2009 Birthday Celebration aboard Carnival Cruise Line

Paris – Dinner @ Dans Le Noir

8th of November 2011

It’s my 6th days vacationing in this wonderful city and I am totally having a fabulous time.

Best of all, I have my younger brother joining me for the remainder of this trip. Well to show my gratitude I’ve made a reservation at Dans Le Noir in celebration of his (belated) Birthday.

To those of you who have never heard of this specialty resto ~ this is a restaurant with blind servers.

51 rue Quincampoix

Initially, my brother has no idea what type of surprise I had in mind. Our reservation was at 8 p.m. but decided to arrive half-an-hour early. When we arrived around 7:30 p.m., diners were already lining up by the door.

When we got inside the attendant checked us in and were instructed to place all of our belongings (purse, cell phones, cameras, umbrellas) in the locker and wait at the lobby. While we were waiting other patrons sitting next to us started talking about the place and my brother overheard (eavesdropping, perhaps?) the whole conversation. He then asked me “how could they serve us if they are blind?” There goes my SURPRISE!!!

Ten minutes later, the head waiter came and explained to us what we were about to experience inside the dining area. She tells us that the servers are blind and we are going to dine in absolute total darkness. She then asked if we have any food restrictions and/or allergies that they should know about. Dans Le Noir only offers SURPRISE menu. Diners have no idea what’s on their plate. The food will be revealed only after they leave the dining room.

Anyway, when our names were called the manager introduced us to our assigned waitress named “Radi.” Radi speaks both French and English. She was professional and nice. After exchanging pleasantries, she asked if we were ready to go inside. Then she instructed my brother to place his left hand on her shoulder, and I, placing my left hand on my brother’s. Then we started walking using each others shoulder as a guide towards the dining room. As we were walking Radi tells us in advance what is in front of us. When we finally arrived at our assigned table she pulled a chair on her left and asked me to sit. She then pulled another chair to her right for my brother.

While seated, Radi explained to us things that were on our table. She held my hand and guide me as to the location of my plate, fork, knife, and drinking glass. She did the same thing for my brother. She also tells us how to pour water on our glasses by placing one finger on the lip of the glass, and once we feel the water hit the finger then it means the glass is full. Next, she asked which menu we would like to get and we chose three course menu.

While Radi is away placing our order my brother and I started searching for the exact location of our cutleries. We also poured water in our glasses without any difficulties. While waiting for our appetizers other diners kept coming in. Radi came back with the appetizers and while we were eating my brother and I played guessing game. Each time we take a bite we asked each other what we think were on our plate (capers, tomatoes, eggplant and cheese with a slight vinaigrette).

Fifteen (15) minutes later here comes Radi with three additional diners who joined our table. She introduced us to them. The two young couple were from Istanbul and their friend were from Paris. Ada sat next to me on the left and her husband were sitting next to her, and their friend sat next to my brother.

As soon as they got settled, Ada were so lost about the whole idea and made so much commotions finding her cutlery. She could not even find her drinking glass. At one point while trying to find her table napkin, she accidentally touched my boob! I was so shocked and screamed out of my lung – “hey you just touched my boob! All of a sudden the whole dining room burst into laughter. After that episode it felt like everybody around the room loosened up and started having fun time with their own group.

Our food was very good and I felt full after eating the first course. While we were enjoying the meal we again played another guessing game. This time we tried guessing the age of each other through the sound of individual voice. It was so much fun and such a great experience. I realize that everyone would not be comfortable with this though. Trying to figure out what’s on your plate turns into a very fun conversation. This is also a unique opportunity to truly test your senses of taste and smell. This is an experience I will NEVER forget.

Paris – Day 6

Entrance of the Pere Lachaise Cemetery

8th November, 2011

Today, my brother and I started out very early to visit the famous Parisian cemetery. We left the apartment at 9:00 a.m., took Bus Line 3 (Gambetta?) and arrived to the Cemetery around 10 a.m. or so.

Visiting the final resting place of some of the most extraordinary people who have ever lived is one of the many highlights of my trip. When we arrived at the actual site a free map of the cemetery was handed to us at the main entrance. The map came very handy because we located most of the graves we wanted to see.

While searching for Jim Morrison’s grave site we stumbled upon several Monuments in honor of Frenchmen who died in the Resistance or in Nazi concentration camps. The monument brought chills all over my body. Looking at the horror on their faces were so nerve wrecking and quite disturbing.

After walking like about a mile or two, we finally found Mr. Morrison’s site. There were at least five people visiting when we arrived. There were lots of flowers left to his tomb.

Jim Morrison's gravesite

After spending five minutes at Morrison’s site, we then proceeded and searched for Oscar Wilde’s location. We had trouble finding his grave and after searching for about 20 minutes my brother finally located his gravesite. Unfortunately his grave is under renovation at the time of our visit.

Oscar Wilde - Under Construction!

Off we go in search for other famous people. This time we discovered Frederic Chopin’s grave while walking towards Edith Piaf’s location.

Frederic Chopin

Lastly, my visit is not complete without paying respect to my favorite singer….Edith Piaf! Her grave is the hardest to find. It is located all the way in the back of the cemetery and if I am not mistaken its Lot 96. Frankly, I’ve never heard of Ms. Piaf before but thanks to my language professor, he made us listen to her songs in our French class and for our finals, we all went to see the movie “La vie en Rose.” After listening to all her songs and seeing her life story I’ve become an avid fan of her. Je ne regrette de rien!

My favorite French singer - Edith Piaf

Edith Piaf's gravesite

In conclusion: A quick visit to this famous cemetery is such a fun adventure itself and I’m glad we went. We finished the self-guided tour at noon and had Mickey D for lunch.

Next Destination: The Famous Eiffel Tower

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