tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18299696330199621972012-02-17T20:20:26.470ZSo here I am as instructed, writing a blog from home, away from homeSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.comBlogger1321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-44272413160015097912012-02-17T20:20:00.000Z2012-02-17T20:20:26.478Z

Last week's event was a blast. I have to admit. It beat even my own ambitious and so-I-thought-unrealistic expectations. From an initial target of £15k, we had soon realized we had been too conservative to want to build only one water well with such an evening. By the time the lights were on and the event started we were well over it, net of costs. The moment the auction had the first bids we

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Sometimes we just need to be happy about ourselves. We spend our lives trying to achieve something more (at least I do), one more task, one more event, one more dinner, one more friend, one more book, one more tv show, one more project, one more dream. It is hard to draw the line between dream and reality and say what you realistically are able to do and what you are just never going to get to. I

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Today was a long day and it is far from being over. Today, if all goes well we launch our first ever Advent Calendar. Rather than a chocolate, for each day you will be greeted with a daily story to make you smile - a young mum that can now read, a child that can now drink milk, a girl that does not have to walk 18 km to go to school anymore. In such a difficult year in Portugal, one of the

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Sometimes I get depressed with the things you would most expect to make me happy... I just came out of the MSIF trustees annual reception. With my love for social action, you would expect me to be happy. Moreover, MSIF did make significant grants to A Little Gesture this year, in recognition of my volunteer work and in recognition of my fundraising efforts for the Jp Morgan Challenge. The

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Running a charity can be challenging. People think lack of funds are your biggest headache and truth is all I miss are hands. I miss hands to help me organize events, hands to help me ask money to corporates, hands to help me ask money to foundations, hands to write proposals, hands to help me think of creative advertising and campaigns, hands and brains that allow me to be less of a

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Business plans always burn in my mind. I don't know why or who I got this from. I have certainly never thought to be risk prone. If anything, most my investment decisions have been towards more secure credit products (except in todays' world maybe, where the question is perhaps how do i convert the cash into little gold bits and will gold really reach $2k). No credit products for me today,

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Daydreamer. As Adele plays on my ipod and the large hat coverd my face in an unusual way, protecting my sun obsessed self from the heat of this sunday afternoon in the beach i lose the will of just laying down still tanning the way i always do. Nothing that usual about this afternoon really. First, I am hiding my head from the sun, which, on its own, is already unusual given I have the strong

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Life has a way of reminding you happiness. Today, as I took my time to prepare the mass guide for the wedding, I suddenly became aware of the words I was reading and got to a still moment. I liked what I read. I liked that I will say them. And I wonder how I will feel at that point in time "for every day of my life". After reading it, you can't go on complaining about your day. It is just too

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I so into writing now that I even created a new blog. I am getting more and more frustrated about my "home" and it is looking a lot less like a home that I can come back to some time soon. And I do want to come back. Really soon! But it scares me to think that I will not find myself there. So I decided to do something about it from afar, even though I can not complain as most people, I don't

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I have been wanting to write but I do wonder what may come out of it. So much has happened since the last post that it gets hard to pick up on re-do function available.In any case, some days are so less good that indeed it gets easier to put words on paper.. Or ipad. It is not that my day was bad. It is weird that I am where I want to be and fought so much to achieve. And now I question if this

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It is becoming a bit of a tradition to be the one reminding my friends about my birthday with a small fundraising initiative for “A Little Gesture”. I must say, I always wonder whether to do it or not, whether I am just nagging and disturbing. And in the end, for the 3rd year in a row, I will end up hitting the send button on this fundraising link! This year, my targets are higher and

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I am looking forward for the holiday. For real, normal person holiday. Those without a schedule, without commitments, without even a computer (maybe keeping an iphone or even an ipad if i get lucky). Will i do that? Or will it be lunch here, dentist there, dinner here, drink there, quick sleep, pass by the beach, not too much, not windy enough for kite, someone else is waiting, check the email,

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I am back to writing, so it seems. Finally, these holiday, I put some time to just let my mind wonder and let the pen lead the way. It felt good I must say. One day I wrote with a purpose, another one with no idea. In the beginning I was even disciplined enough to make sure I would do a little bit every day. It clearly never works all the way throughout the holiday but at least the mind was open

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It just feels good, no matter what. Spring has more than arrived in Lisbon and even though there are stilk fears of more rain nothing can take the beach away from us. I grew an ability to work and decipher my laptop screen under the radiant sun, even with wrinklea in my eyes. What else was I expexted to do? I had to work and I absolutely had to get rid of my greenish sick colour. So working by

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It's Friday night and I have rarely been so happy to just go home. Just do nothing, perhaps read a book, perhaps play wii, perhaps just sleep. I took the weekend for myself and to take care of the things I never do. Let's see by Monday how much I really took out of it, how much I worked, how much i NGOed, how much I slept. I am always curious to see if I can be really organized about enjoying my

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It has been a while since I wrote on this blog as a real blog, i.e., not from the tiny iphone! The good thing about using the laptop to do it is I can upload pictures but not sure I can think of any right now!I am in Barcelona today, for another 24 hours. It barely feels like I am in Barcelona though, I guess because last time I was here was perhaps 15 years ago and I do not remember much of it.

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It was an exhausting day today. From beginning to end, given it actually started Sunday night and it is not expected to finish any time soon. An hour delay on the flight does not help the case and this is only boarding time, as who knows when we take off, even less when we land. I need to put my thoughts in order, get ready for a productive night but also think of so many things at the same time:

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It's never too late for christmas wishes, never too late to start sending carts, never too late to give people a call, never too late to have a go at re-connecting what should never have been disconnected. It's never too late to finish the blog note I started writing last week!But it can be late to say people you like them, to take the time to look them in the eye and listen, to take the time to

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Teebs misses my blogging and to be honest so do I. Most of all I miss having the time (or more the will) to write it, the sense of release after it is all out of my head, the sense of surprise when someone calls me on what they read. I miss that amongst so many other things, I miss sitting on the sofa with a case to read without turning a page for endless hours because Teebs has too many stories

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I hate oversleeping. I just HATE it. Fine, so i slept at 4 and at 845 switched off first alarm clock thinking i had another 15 mins to go. Extended 4x i woke with a late wake up call at 945. It just ruins my day after workin so late trying to put things in order...

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This is me leaving the office, for who wonders whether the market is picking up. It is 3 am london time but i am sure it is a decent time to leave work in some other places in the world. London brings the london eye and some restlesness This is me leaving the office, for who wonders whether the market is picking up. It is 3 am london time but i am sure it is a decent time to leave work in some

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It's cold outside but it does not really matter cause it's Friday. And i got Francesco all for myself. Hopefully it wont't rain ans i can take him out for a stroll (well me walking, him in the boogaboo). We already have a date for brunch on Sunday and we will just chill and watch a movie tomorrow night (me watching movie, him sleeping and potentially waking up every other hour for attention).

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Yes I am back to M&A and yes, I am back to getting requests on friday afternoon for meetings on Monday. It is a client driven business, that is what people give as excuse. Client or not truth is as the good old times I gave up on sleep to make sure I had a weekend and did my work all in one and as such it is Monday morning and I am beyond sleepy. I recognise the feeling of going to work on Monday

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I know, I have been back for a while, but these days I am really really back to work. But i am still hanging on. Just when you think you may be lacking the motivation, a weekend in Portugal and interesting work just make adrenaline kick in again. I had a long 16 hour day and for the second day in a row I left with a feeling of job done even if there are still to dos in my list. It is rare and I

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This weekend was Oktober Fest weekend. Unbelievable that I that do not even like beer, get to go to a party where the only point is to drink and enjoy liters of beer... But the girls said it was our first reunion so I took it as a given that I had to go :-) and made an effort to replace 1 liter beers with half liter mugs of wine and all worked out. The funny part is we start in the morning... At

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Friday night and i am definitely out of the office. I was told i was meant to have a cool weekend and i realize at 7 pm that i have no plans. In a way i dont feel like any plans but on another i know i will regret not making the most of my free time. So i decide to follow instructions and get myself some plans. It is hard between old friends that i am not used to see on friday night and the

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After an initial schock moment of not being able to cope with all i wanted to do i finally seem to have progressed out of it. Working my org skills to the max I managed to get a lot out of my plate and all seems to be running smoothly. Even though B is out of town this week, leaving behind quite of an empty space, in fact i know there is a lot i can do with my time. I think the fact that i have a

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Sometimes I feel like I am losing it. I just can't do all the things around me that need to get done, the move and stuff for the new house, the coming back to London, the reunions with old friends, the training, the studying and most of all the NGO things accumulate and I just seem not to be able to cope. I sleep worse every day, I am more tired when I woke up, tonight I even dreamt of FSA

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This year, thanks to a group of friends, my birthday wish has once again come true. For my 28th birthday, I asked you to help me feed and bring to school 70 children between the ages of 3 and 6. With friends' help, I raised 1790 Euros, which net of paypal fees, allows me to give one meal a day and schooling to 30 children for an entire year! I can't tell you how lucky I feel to have friends like

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Dear Friends I am now in sunny Lisbon, after a race through London flat hunting and a month living my "other" love in Mozambique. I am happy to be finally back in Europe and looking forward to a new life in London in 2 weeks. Today is my 28th birthday and as tradition dictates i get to make a birthday wish. I was moved by my friends generosity last year as I raised over 3000 Euros for the

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Sometimes it's hard not to lose hope. Last week I had to tell a 10 year old I would not give him his monthly food supply until he would go back to school and would show up every morning. He is an orphan, his mum abandoned him, his stepmother tried to still from him. Sister Aparecida is now the one who feeds him, dresses him and sends him to school. But temptation is too big and the week he gets

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I am staying by the beach. It is kind of a dream house, a varanda to the sea, a little kitchen and nice fresh wood blinds. It makes it look amazing. Well, it is amazing, but it is not summer here. The last couple of nights me and Isabel do not let go of our little blankets when we are in the leaving room given the air current is so strong. The fact that it does not have windows makes it very

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I fear I won't make it, I fear no one will understand, I fear to be different, I fear not to fit in. Being here brings us together and brings us apart. In a way I fear no one will ever understand what I go through, in another I fear I will never be able to explain. I trust the little gesture I do will make me whole and at the same time each departure makes me incomplete. I try to spend the most

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So I went to Maputo last night, trying to buy some furniture for the Orphanage. Result was close to zero as in the end, none of the 5 shops existing had the metal shelves we were looking for. I guess they don't do them here. We ended up in game, the one we know already, looking at expensive shelves wishing we would buy those pretty little lockers for the kids. In the end, we decided to buy a big

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So I came to spend a month in Mozambique. It seems life wants me to live the real thing. My computer broke after the first 5 minutes on, perhaps an energy peak, perhaps something else, perhaps my computer is just tired of being on all the time. So I am out of working every night, every time, checking email, doing stuff stuff and stuff. I am disconnected, living Mozambique to the most. I am

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Yes, I am going somewhere again. Pretty unbelievable I know. This time I am heading to Mozambique for a month. Hoping to work, hoping to rest, hoping to think a lot of things through. Hoping to finally find the time for myself, hoping to finally hit the brakes. Sometimes I wonder whether I will ever stop being more familiar with the entertainment on board by BA than the hostess, whether I will

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Post #100 had to be special. So I saved it for today. I today graduated from Harvard Business School. Not being one of those people that always dreamt or even ever imagined this it was a touching day. In fact, I dont think I landed yet, mainly to the fact that in little more than 72 hours I will be leaving the United States, Harvard, Boston, my mini United Nations group of friends. My house is

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I am now back to Boston after more than 20 days going around South America. The return was hectic between packing, unpacking, laundry, selling furniture, meeting people, getting logistics ready and finally getting my cute cap and gown. It sounds like this is it. My Mum arrived today and I already dragged her to her first HBS event, a BBQ but the weather was nice and she seemed to have enjoyed

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Yesterday we took the morning to go to the floating islands. The name on its own is weird but it is exactly what they are. They are made out of reef and they float! Over 2000 people live there since at least 1200 B.C.. It all started when someone got tired of leaving the fights going on in the shore at the time of th Incas and just "moved out" of the city and into the lake. Now thtey still live

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We now reached the third and last country in our journey. We crossed the Bolivian border this afternoon amidst complications and surprises to find out that Mexicans need a visa for Peru. After all, we had not had visa problems in at least a week so something needed to add some spice to the trip. We are now in Puno, a little town by the Lake Titicaca and hope that Tevia can get it all sorted in

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Iguazu seems to have been a long time ago. After a heavy party night in Buenos Aires we took of to Bolivia and life has changed substantially. We left Pato behind and got two new travel companions, Kunal and Thomas. And we went to the desert... not figuratively speaking, really...After a 12 hour transfer from La Paz to Uyuni, we took off the next day to the Salar de Uyuni and were impressed how a

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Today we took (another) early start and came to Iguazu. The day started in the best way when Teeba was in the Aeroparque waiting for us. After all the mess of being rejcted an Argentinian visa, not being able to change a flight after travelling the first leg and not being able to buy a one way since it arrived to Bolivia too late, we had lost hope. Or else, we had accepted that higher forces were

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Yesterday the internet in Argentina did not cooperate so no update. The day in Mendoza was great, with the nice and small family Vineyard of Altos de Hormigas being one of my favourites. They were very nice and the Malbec reserva the one that finally convinced me to like Malbec! We still had one more vineyard to go, Familia Zucatti, where we had a great lunch but the tours was already too much,

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After an early start to get to the airport on time and being over-charged for not being Argentinian, we managed to get ourselves (and our bags) to Mendoza. We were greeted by Sheraton's nice service (and special corporate rate) and followed after a strong breakfast to te Vinyeards. We started with Catena Zapata, one of the biggest in the region. Inside the Mayan architecture building everything

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-51527323728929596322009-05-09T00:53:00.007+01:002009-05-09T01:14:00.305+01:00

After 48 hours flying, me and Chrstine arrived to Buenos Aires, sleeping on 4 hours slots. After 6 hours straight in a bed (finally) we walked around Recoleto, saw the Cemitery and Evita Peron's grave, had a coffee in La Biela, had a massage and even managed to run into Anuroup and Boney in the middle of the Street. Short update today, we need to go out for dinner!

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-58856262474193700352009-05-07T11:29:00.002+01:002009-05-07T11:58:53.951+01:00

I am now at JFK and I am really not sure what time it is. The clock says 6.56 but it could be 11am for me. It it is hard to tell since I have been sleeping on 2-3 hour slots for the last 24 hours and I will continue alike for the nest 24 or more. I do not get to Buenos Aires until 5am on Friday so a long way to go awaits us.Christine is passed out in the bench and I am kind of jealous. But

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-15976805237667486382009-04-22T19:34:00.005+01:002009-04-22T20:06:14.570+01:00

It was not easy but I made it. Last night, the Section had planned to go and watch the Red Sox together. I had it booked for months. But the weather was not friendly. It actually poured and after an hour in Fenway hanging out and eating greasy food and not finding any other Section A people, we went back to Christine's and had tea by the fireplace... They said the game was cancelled so I thought

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-6838655840571429862009-04-19T05:47:00.004+01:002009-04-19T05:57:54.357+01:00

I don't want to say one last brunch because I am hoping not to starve in the days to come and I don't want to say the last one with Maryam and Niki because even though they are not yet all set in going to London I still like to believe they will. Well, Maryam seems closer even without a job but Niki is in danger of going back to Switzerland... of all places! I will definitely miss her around if

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-52830900121757128162009-04-18T15:53:00.002+01:002009-04-18T15:58:11.975+01:00

There are 10 days left till classes are over and I take a last flight to Lisbon from Boston so posts should start being one last time a lot. Yesterday, me Pato and Tevia took one last trip to the outlet. But we super-behaved. We only bought what we wanted and expected to buy. Our first shop was even Brooks Brothers Women where I spent most my budget trying to follow the recommendation in the

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-31207581252690182712009-04-13T23:43:00.004+01:002009-04-13T23:54:20.870+01:00

Yes, I crossed the ocean there and back one more time. And one of the last times, at least having a home in the "wrong" side of the ocean. I did a lot the last couple of days, especially given the jet lag that hit me for the entire duration of my stay... Took care of all the godmother specific shopping, saw some friends, spent time with the family and off course, baptized Francesco! Francesco

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-13237226314288993502009-04-07T20:08:00.002+01:002009-04-07T20:14:07.226+01:00

I am, promise! Packed two bags, one to stay, one to come back. Have my readings, my writings, my cases, my slides, my files, my ipod, my german texts, my glasses my pens and pencils, my flying socks, my passport, my I-20, my Euros, my chargers, my phones, my jacket, my handback, my make up and my lenses. Done!

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-38702261113375402832009-04-05T19:15:00.007+01:002009-04-05T19:26:49.455+01:00

Last night was the second and official celebration for Christine's bday. We seem to have always at least 2 celebrations and I even think there were 3 but I missed the Wednesday one. Since Tevia and Teeba celebrated their birthdays for a week it is hard to keep up. Christine is my Austrian friend with the sweetest Austrian accent from the sweetest Austrian place. Yes, I had actually been there

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-55010852309088960852009-04-02T05:40:00.003+01:002009-04-02T05:45:39.972+01:00

I generally have nothing against April Fools, someone plays a prank on me, I play stupid, smile and wave and take the joke as it is, a joke. And laugh at myself for having believed in it in the first place. But this year, April Fools was too much. The joke was uncovered a couple of hours ago and I am still outraged about it. It played with my trust and my friendship and not even when an email

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-89190670327305448692009-03-30T20:25:00.003+01:002009-03-30T20:28:34.753+01:00

I am back to Boston. As the title says, it is grey and rainy. Annoyingly grey and annoyingly rainy. I am now in a new concept of student life, with only 2 classes per day and only 2, max 3 days of class per week. I guess this is what they mean when they say the second year is laid back, sadly enough that only started today and I have less than a month to go until classes finish. I have what, 8

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-22022129925229444352009-03-20T19:17:00.004Z2009-03-20T19:48:23.145Z

Everyone is going everywhere. Costa Rica, Colombia, Argentina, Dominican Republic, God knows where. I look outside the sunny window and people line up for taxis to Logan. My flight is later and simpler. I am off to London for the week. Hopefully B. will pick me up from the tube station as I doubled my bags filling them with winter jackets that I hope I won't be needing anymore in Boston. And

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-10797551404387239312009-03-19T04:24:00.003Z2009-03-19T04:29:51.787Z

Today my post is for you, because you are so special, because I miss you so much, because life without taking off at 1 am to drive off town to meet you for one drink, beating rush hour to make it to the sunset and a carioca de limão, sleeping two hours after a night of chating away our hopes and dreams. Life without you is not the same and I wish I was there. Happy Birthday

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-42726216427462920812009-03-14T03:29:00.003Z2009-03-14T03:30:43.464Z

...my sister Tania. It is her birthday today. She may not like it if I call her now (3.30am Lisbon time) so I will leave it here and hope that Diogo and Madalena fill her morning with happy birthday kisses! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-11662969154178520672009-03-14T03:23:00.002Z2009-03-14T03:29:07.153Z

Oh no, it has been more than 2 weeks! T-W-O weeks! Where is my new year resolution of writing at least once a week? And to replying to emails within aweek of arrival rather than a month? So maybe I am not keeping up with all my new year resolutions but at least I keep up with some. I don't do job search anymore (not that there is much to look for anyway), I do a lot of NGO CEO work rather than

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-17803095851766508162009-02-27T04:48:00.002Z2009-02-27T04:58:14.120Z

I don't think I mentioned before how much I use to suffer from migraine. I did, and I like to brag that I don't suffer from it anymore. But some days, it is really not true! Today is one of those. Last night, I convinced my self it was but need to rest. This morning, I could feel it exploding even before I woke up... Class did not make it better and making end of year accounting for the NGO

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-23932855027604975072009-02-25T05:05:00.004Z2009-02-25T05:45:18.971Z

It was a long weekend, short if you think about having to come back, long from the perspective that it started Friday at 5am and just finished. After some troubling events to make sure we packed and made it to the airport on time (including Maria), the hope of getting somewhere warm and sunny out of the Boston snow storm made us dream through the 2 flights. And there we were, Turks and Caicos!

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-63988690826430444582009-02-19T04:57:00.002Z2009-02-19T05:02:04.467Z

I hate being sick. It gets me even more sick to be sick. I can not stand the running nose and the look of Rudolf the reindeer settling in. And you just can't help it no matter what. To think that in 48 hours I will be lying on the beach somewhere and now here I am eyes burning between cold and hot feelings. It sucks. But it is the general feeling of the day anyway. Me and Teeba even created

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-76891771552120575222009-02-17T03:42:00.003Z2009-02-17T03:45:22.699Z

And I am left with yesterday. I just hate leaving you, hate that you leave me, hate either of them and can't find a way to deal with it in a way that is grown up, rational and painless. Today was particularly difficult to let you go, especially after you were back "home". I try to read my cases but I am not making much progress. I read about some optical networks in India and still have no

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-24164432761961454622009-02-12T06:41:00.002Z2009-02-12T06:43:22.384Z

I can't wait for tomorrow, I really can't. It is hard to imagine what it is to have you here "back home" again. It is not home, but it is our home, at least the only one we ever had. I am so happy you are arriving, I can barely wait, I am not sure how I will keep myself entertained until your plane arrives! Well, being entertained is not difficult here, but tomorrow I really just want time to

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-11968368303314989832009-02-06T03:46:00.002Z2009-02-06T03:51:29.461Z

My Learning Team finally came for dinner. It took a full semester of postponements and indeed still 2 people dropped last minute for today, but we decided to still go ahead. I prepared Aman and Finny with portuguese specialty codfish with cream, potuguese wine and port, oreo ice cream and sausage roles as starters. I think they liked it. I was happy they could make it as I never get to see them

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-38958014007929598762009-01-28T20:52:00.003Z2009-01-28T20:57:13.520Z

This class makes my head spin. There is just so much I want to do that I can not juggle it all when I sit in this class. They talk about how to lead and govern successfull non profit enterprises. And I know I should have done this course last semester so that I would have had time to implement the ideas I have during class. Resources, building capacity, measuring your performance, aligning

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-53964362414984125942009-01-23T20:31:00.004Z2009-01-23T20:37:44.429Z

I don't have a laptop but I have a notepad.  Some moments in life, nothing will keep me away from writing.  As I finally switch on the TV, eager to see Obama's inauguration speech, live celebrations are still going on and no one wants to interrupt them.  It is the start of the Neighborhood Ball and Obama does not miss out a chance of appealing to the spirit of the word neighbor.  Because "what

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-68484352219760944192009-01-14T04:33:00.001Z2009-01-14T04:33:52.012Z

It is a funny expression I would say. The first 4 days at HBS are what we call the shopping period. You can basically go around classes, listen to what professors say, to what the cases are, check who is in the class. For the first 2 days, professors won’t even mind if you walk in and out or if you are clueless about the case. That must be the reason why I have not started any of my 2 cases

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-77256280099937203832009-01-13T03:26:00.001Z2009-01-13T03:30:01.726Z

It is weird to say that I am back home when I just landed to Boston but the truth is I missed not living out of bags on the floor. Having my own house and my own space and drawers and kitchen utensils and food in the freezer is different. And it (oddly enough) feels like home here. There is snow outside but not too much, and life seems to have slipped back to normal easy. Teeba picked me up

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-50884949629018579892009-01-07T01:32:00.001Z2009-01-07T01:32:31.776Z

It has been a while and you can clearly tell December was insane. I started it off sick after the amazing India trip, in a fever for a great Fundraising event in Suite where we collected over $2300 for the Technical Center. But December went on… I re-equated all I thought about working in the social sector and about how much of myself I wanted and should give to it. I still do not have an

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-5152157080023720972008-12-02T00:20:00.008Z2008-12-02T00:47:12.781Z

Still suffering jet lag, pictures onlyThursday morning, city tour Thursday early afternoon, first ceremonies @ Raj Palace Friday morning, Mehendi @ Raj Palace(yes, Thursday night missing, coming soon @ Amber Fort) Friday Night, Sangeet @ Raj PalaceSaturday Morning various cerimonies @ Raj Palace Saturday Night, Wedding

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-36892569380924304622008-11-20T06:19:00.003Z2008-11-20T06:21:54.394Z

Yes, something had to happen to keep me away from here for this long. I had been behaving so well blogging more and more and now what?Very simple, Francesco was born! In a day full of emotions, tears of joy and setbacks Francesco greeted me with his wide open eyes and his calm ways (at least for now). Everyone struggles to point Mum and Dad’s features in him but all I care about is himself. He

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-48281503121604598842008-11-08T23:38:00.000Z2008-11-09T00:12:30.475Z

I guess some people found it weird that I had not posted anything about the big event of the moment yet. Obama! And here I am, in what was a couple of days ago center of the world. After endless months of listening to comes and goings of the American political world, I had tried to keep away from election day. Avoided election parties, had a quiet dinner with the girls and left behind the polls

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-83989872291051474462008-10-31T17:03:00.001Z2008-10-31T17:04:25.751Z

Today, once again (as if I am famous or something) I was live on national radio. A new programme about Youth and it seems I was their first guest. It is called “Fantastic Generation” and it aims at bringing testimonials of young Portuguese doing something (arguably) fantastic around the world. Well, I did indeed have a lot going on in a lot of places: Vienna, Berlin, London, Maputo, Boston and

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-58691900586307315562008-10-30T18:22:00.001Z2008-10-30T18:22:33.126Z

I know, it has been a while, but the week before getting myself to London was insane and this week in London has had a lot going on and I could not find a lot of time to sit by the computer yet.I am still in the London side of the world, amazingly enough I truly belief it is colder here than in Boston. Interviews and Coffee Chats are going ok though rather inconclusive. I guess that was expected

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-54529546346145001302008-10-20T06:42:00.000+01:002008-10-20T06:43:53.683+01:00

It’s Friday afternoon and after 45 minutes of my Hanon Virtuoso Pianist exercises I gave in to the sleepiness and hit the bed for an extended power nap. Silent phone and well deep in my duvet, I woke up 2 and a half hours later with a couple of missed calls, one from Teeba. As I try to call her back, I find her in my sofa sleeping… Yes, confusing, especially if you consider I was totally asleep

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-66243618566068747112008-10-16T06:07:00.001+01:002008-10-16T06:08:13.454+01:00

After all the talk, the Piano is finally here. Yesterday, me and Teeba went straight from the airport to the store next to Berkeley College (where else to buy a music instrument) and put a down payment for a Korg digital piano. It has the benefits of a piano and a keyboard all in one, it feels like a piano, it sounds like a piano, but it is smaller than one and you can use headphones. The latter

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-70715369731542673152008-10-16T05:44:00.005+01:002008-10-16T05:54:17.787+01:00

Me and Teebs took off on Tuesday, anticipating a fun weekend and some warm weather. It is easier to be better weather than Boston but we never imagined the 35ºC (we don’t do Fahrenheit) that would greet us. If you think landing at midnight would deter us from enjoying the first night in Miami, you are wrong. The impeccable sound system in the room lead the way for a quick make up and no later

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-4249155457651371642008-10-08T20:08:00.001+01:002008-10-08T20:09:20.080+01:00

Me and Teeba now have a weekly meeting in our schedule named “Sara and Teeba Pretending to Work”. We decided to do it as a way of making sure we find time to socialize and catch up every week but not feel bad about not working during that time. Today was the best one we had. I decided to cook and greeted her with an amazing (I must admit it was really good) codfish pie, home-made fries and feta

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-85091980272300973502008-10-08T04:54:00.001+01:002008-10-08T05:02:07.130+01:00

When it takes you six hours to write a cover letter, what the hell happened? I can find a handful of explanations and let you decide i) I have a hard case to sell; ii) I am too full of myself and spending too much time praising my beloved skills and experience; iii) I don’t know the company well and need to spend hours educating myself first; iv) I am watching NCIS and House in parallel, v) I am

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-82219895179739047742008-10-07T05:43:00.002+01:002008-10-07T05:43:58.432+01:00

Today I realized how anti-social I am becoming. I dare say more than my Morgan Stanley times. Today, I actually wrote an email to Sam saying I was too tired to come to his birthday but I never had the guts to hit send. Because that is when it hit me... I really like Sam, and I never questioned going to his dinner from the moment I first saw the email and there I was, 8pm, saying I could not come

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-24825460141408643252008-10-06T22:11:00.003+01:002008-10-06T22:12:08.819+01:00

I am now legally part of the state of Massachusetts. I now have my own little Mass ID. For those unaware, it is just an ID card issued by the state of Massachusetts. For those that know the drill, it means I now do not have to carry my passport at all times, scared to death of losing it given the difficulty of getting a US visa but the need of showing it each time I want to have any alcoholic

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-25087336395669757482008-10-05T23:35:00.003+01:002008-10-06T00:35:41.494+01:00

This weekend was Section a Retreat in Martha’s Vineyard. Friday afternoon, much against my will of taking a nap, me, Shilpa, Christine and Lilly headed to Falmouth and fought Boston’s Friday afternoon commuting traffic. I must say they put up quite well with my grumpiness and eventually I started behaving like a more social animal. By the time we made it to the ferry, we enjoyed a beautiful

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-19306847831780313922008-09-28T18:32:00.002+01:002008-09-28T18:34:32.487+01:00

Yes, it was indeed a short trip but worth no doubt every single minute. London even greeted my long absence with a stunning sun and a not too cold weather. Friday I hung out in canary wharf for the morning, after no sleep in the flight and a five am arrival to Heathrow. I was able to catch up with some friends and see how the emotions are tough right now. Sorry for all of those I ended up not

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-50579166128228896152008-09-25T21:59:00.002+01:002008-09-25T21:59:57.419+01:00

No matter airline I end up flying, there is one lounge that always makes me feel like home. As weird as it may seem to feel like home at a lounge, the truth is the BA Lounge does it. Always wondering why this student still has a gold card and typically the only woman around (at least until 5 minutes ago) I always play professional, have my orange juice and connect my laptop to the plug and to the

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-61992006311918218012008-09-24T20:29:00.001+01:002008-09-24T20:30:15.770+01:00

Days have ups and downs, mine are just like any other person’s. However, nothing gets me more down than the hours running by me and feeling like I leave important things behind. Now, when you are a person that values highly about 10 things in life and very highly another 5, how do you go about sleeping, eating and all those human things that are meant to be in your day as well but do not always

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-84939146619266317672008-09-20T07:14:00.003+01:002008-09-25T22:02:11.018+01:00

Yesterday (or maybe two days ago given the time) was the famous and up to expectations Ibiza White Party. The idea is to dance the summer away in white to reinforce the beautiful tans. The reality is to try not to freeze while queuing at the club and try not to be the less tanned in the room.We started off with a dinner that promised to be just like any other but had a particularity that made me

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-40637533496854794262008-09-14T18:05:00.004+01:002008-09-14T18:15:25.299+01:00

Yesterday we went for a Polo game in Newport, Rhode Island. Truth be said, when I got the email reminding me that I had signed up for it a month ago I was not thrilled. But staying in the house is not always easy these days so I decided not to be a slacker and go. Mia threw the idea that we would dress up and wear big hats and as hard as that was to believe (at least for Pato), we decided to give

Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03794964834478425789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1829969633019962197.post-39139922777693599672008-09-04T04:30:00.001+01:002008-09-04T04:36:41.664+01:00

Back to Boston, back home, which home… Leaving Lisbon and London was very tough, beyond description, coming back to Boston was not so bad. The emptiness of the house yesterday was contrasted by the huge amount of furniture I am selling for Bernardo and it makes me go out of the house to get some space. And then some things never change. I read one case out of four for today, which is a pretty

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I know, it has been a long time… The truth is life went insane just after I came back from holiday. First, the internet was not really in the mood for working in my last two days in Maputo, probably telling me that I better keep away from the computer and say goodbye to the city properly. And so I did, we had our leaving dinner, our leaving meeting and I guess our leaving moment, the one the

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It is my last day at work and my bag is packed to go on holiday. It is a weird feeling, leaving it all behind with a simple goodbye. The truth is I never thought I would like living in Maputo as much as I did, I never thought it would be this easy. It was not easy in the sense of being so far from the ones I love, but it was so easy to just settle in a new life, have a routine, make friends. I

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Yesterday was the first Startracker event in Mozambique. Startracker is a global talent network for Portuguese people. It is kind of like asmallworld but you have to be Portuguese and you have to have some kind of international experience. Cooler than facebook because it requires invitations, cooler than asmallworld because there is actually a sense of community. It is a place to show that

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The weekend was GREAT, full of animals and animation. We took off Friday afternoon and if it was not for an hour on the border we probably would have made it in an hour. Roads in South Africa are clearly better, and driving is not that full of unexpected events like the N1 to Xai-Xai. We stayed at a really nice B&B in Malelane, next to the Malelane gate, the Vila Langa, that I definitely

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My bag is packed and I am ready to go. Before that, I still want to get a draft Board Presentation off the way. Yes, I am back to that! Well, in fact I never left my beloved slides but these ones are aimed at Board and not just management as until now. What this means is that I am almost done with my internship, one more week to go. It makes me happy now (that I am working for 9 weeks and

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So I just have not been sleeping well. Between mosquitoes, nightmares, a cold that is stubborn in staying and lack of water in the morning, there seems to be a conspiracy to make my head a mess when I go to work. To the point that I don’t feel like going and it takes me at least an hour to get in the rhythm of the thing. And it is not that it is that fast paced… Oh well.Yesterday, me and Bernardo

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I tend to be quick to post an update from the weekend, especially when I visit one of the missions, but this week started sort of bumpy. I go through pictures, movies, files, lists, emails and projects and try to make sure I forget nothing of what my head likes to think when I do not have a notepad handy.But mostly I am still in the process of absorbing the weekend. For two reasons: one because I

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A weird feeling invades me as I get Bernardo back after two months that seemed to have no end. But he is here now and it seems just as surreal as him being away from me. But just immensely better!Things started smoothly with me skipping work for the afternoon. I greeted him with a semi fresh crab in Sagres and a first taste of the quality of the service in Mozambique. To make up for it, we

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It is D-Day today :-) I took out the braids, and the clock is ticking. Bernardo will be in Maputo in two hours. We have plans for the weekend and so much to catch up on. I doubt I will be blogging soon, hehe

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So I finally got outside and I could not believe my eyes. The children are singing in changana (the local dialect), asking for “Mana Sara” until I show up. And then they sing “Here she is, now we are happy!”. Suddenly I realized the children in front of me were not from the Escolinha but from the Orphanage. They did the trip just to celebrate my birthday.But the children of the Escolinha were

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It is 10:15 am and the children started arriving a while ago. I can see a lot of movement outside but I am not allowed to be there. And I also can’t talk to anyone because everyone is busy running around. This morning, the sister asked my car to go and buy wood. Clearly, she went to buy the Cokes and Fantas for the kids that I said I wanted to buy… I just found the boxes being unloaded from my

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