Happy Birthday Amelia Earhart

 

Happy Birthday Amelia Earhart!

On May 20th, 1932, Amelia Earhart became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic, flying from Newfoundland to Ireland in less than 16 hours, creating a media riot. Thank you Amelia for being a trail blazer, for inspiring legions of women with your determination and for proving that intelligence, strategy, organization and foresight are not confined to one gender alone.

(This oil on canvas portrait of Amelia Earhart by Alexi Torres, which hangs at the San Francisco International Terminal 1, beautifully captures her iconic smile and grit.)

Summer at Lake Arrowhead

Sitting in the heart of the magnificent San Bernardino forest and nestled by tall mountains, Lake Arrowhead is the largest alpine lake in the United States, attracting nearly 4 million visitors each year. Home to gorgeous pines, breathtaking cabins, amazing flora and fauna, the village by the lake is at once reminiscent of a Swiss hamlet. Offering a contrast to the bustling Pacific beaches of Southern California, Lake Arrowhead presents a picture of calm, private boats dotting its shiny expanse as fishermen sail its lucid waters late into the evening gathering trout and some really big bass. By a lucky chance, I was able to spend an entire week on Lake Arrowhead this summer making wonderful memories, boating, jet skiing and swimming in the bay. Most of all, I will always remember the wild flowers growing along the trails by the lake. Twinkling bright, the fairy lanterns, shooting stars, baby blue eyes, Indian pinks and fiesta flowers all cried out, “Happy!” How wonderful it would be meet those flowers again next summer, to be knocked out by their astonishing splendor, to let the riot take over my mind!

Reflections on Strolling the streets of Helsinki

The Baltic city of Helsinki tells its history vividly with a lucid calm. Several hundred years of Swedish rule followed by long intense Russian control give the city its most distinct characteristics – survival and a quest for identity. Though the older buildings in the city are profoundly reminiscent of those in St. Petersburg and even Moscow, the Finnish ethos is quick to dismiss its subjugate past, emphasizing instead on its unique standing or attempt thereto. Many of the newer buildings, cafes, boutiques and bars are in keeping with an architectural style referred to as National Romanticism where designers turn to prehistoric and medieval architecture to create spaces that reflect the inherent character of the nation and its need to move beyond its years of subservience to its aggressive neighbor on the east. Interestingly, Finnish writing and poetry, too, seek systematically to break away from any Russian literary influences. I must mention the city’s famous artist and architect Alvar Aalto who has wonderfully used design to improve social, cultural and economic life, addressing issues ranging from sustainability to education through his art. What is truly heart warming is that the city streets are made for walking and that the compact metropolis of 1.2 million people has no building taller that eight stories. The streets of Helsinki tell the saga of a city at crossroads, seeking technological advances, cherishing its EU membership for the solidarity that it offers while all along being alarmingly vigilant of Russia’s reemerging influence in the world. Most of all, I think everything in the city from its magnificent buildings and exceptionally stylish and good looking people sparkles as though in the brilliant colors of the Aurora Borealis, those dazzling northern lights that magically transform the ordinary into mythical. The trip is over, but I will be dreaming of Helsinki!