The joy of finding small treasures in a foreign country and the excitement of finding a new bookshop, Nora from The Art of Travelling has successfully managed to combine the two. As someone else who loves the quirky, quaint and sometimes ridiculous I have to say she is on to a winner with this one. Pop on over to her blog and have a read of her other articles too.
I remember finding out about this bookshop while watching a documentary on Venice during wintertime with my mum last year. I found it hard to believe that such a place existed in real life and was not a part of a film set. So when I went to Venice last January, I couldn’t wait to see it with my own eyes. It was actually one of the first thing I ticked off my ‘to-see-list’. It’s no easy feat to locate the Libreria Acqua Alta, like most places in Venice, really. I was walking on a shopping street, literally about to give up, when I stumbled upon a little square, or campiello as they call it there. At the back of it, an arched entrance, lit up from inside, seemed to invite me in. Could it be it, I thought, trying to match what I saw with my televised memory…
From working seven days a week in three different jobs I finally managed to connect the dots to get three whole days off work in a row. Pure magic! Exmouth had a pin on the map, now I was getting the opportunity to visit, even if briefly. There is much to feast your eyes on in North West Cape of Western Australia. Try snorkelling on the Ningaloo Marine Park World Heritage Site! It’s hard not to imagine you are a fish in a tropical fish tank, at least that was how I felt on my first float. However, one of the simple things that truly took my breath away was possibly of less interest to many. As a West Australian I think I can sometimes take long, empty stretches of white sand beaches for granted, as you can do with things that become everyday familiars. But now I have another kind of beach to compare with that fine, soft sand.
Pebble Beach in Exmouth is made up of, you guessed it, pebbles! This is not the norm for me. I was totally astounded. They were not rocks or coarse broken shells as I have seen in foreign photographs, but small, rounded pebbles which appeared to have been tumbled. Each precious little rock had been rubbed smooth, as though having been lovingly touched, rolled around in a small hand over many years by a little boy to whom it was the most precious of items. For me it conjured up all sorts of questions, who? how? when? I lay on the rocks, as someone unfamiliar with white sand would lay upon sand. I suspect with a similar sense of wonder. I trickled those rocks though my fingers with a certain reverence. I am not a religious person, but when I realised each rock fell straight from a larger rock, each one already “tumbled” as the parent rock eroded and let it roll free I guess I came to wonder yet again at the magnificent simplicity of nature. Dear Reader, I hope you too have the opportunity to experience such a sense of awe for something today.
Today I happened to be stewing on the name of my page so it’s funny that today’s assignment is exactly that. I was wondering if I chose something that is right for me and what I want to do. I came to the conclusion it is. Perhaps it’s a little long, maybe not. But it states exactly what I want – I want to recognise in each small (and big) thing something that is special, that sets it apart from everything else. I want to be amazed. I want to be amazed in my garden and in my kitchen, in my photographs, in coffee with the girls. I want to be amazed everywhere and all the time. Whether you choose to follow me and see amazing things or bring my attention to your amazing things is totally up to you, but I hope you come aboard for this journey of mine. I’d like to share.
**Today I am simply amazed I have managed two blog posts 😉