Postcard to Franda


Hi.
I'm writing this because I know you love postcards, because I know you love Scandinavia as much as I do, because I remember the way you text me enthusiastically when you were in Stockholm last year, because every song of Sore always reminds me of you, because our most favorite song is Setengah Lima.

Anda.





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The Day When They Met



"So what brings you here?" he asked me politely.

We were at the flea market in the downtown. Actually I wasn't looking for something particular, those hundred-euros-kind-of-antique-stuffs failed to attract my attention, "Nothing, my friend is still at work, so I'm just here, killing my time." I was about to take a picture of a lady selling vintage aprons when he smiled at me while saying, "I can see it, this is not your favorite thing to do, a girl like you." I choked, "What do you mean? a girl like me?" He smiled again, sweeter than before, "I guess a girl like you is not into spending time and money for shopping, you just enjoy traveling without complexity."

The weather was hot enough so I grabbed my water from my bag. This place must've been a favorite spot for locals in the summer. "Actually," I continued. "I do love shopping, but only when I feel like it and definitely is not my kind of therapy." I glanced at him. There is something about this guy, what first caught my attention was the t-shirt he was wearing, the t-shirt of my favorite band, and how I fell easily into conversation with a stranger like him. I never thought that this guy would be the one, the one I can't define my feeling to.

"So you like hiking?" he stood at the counter, ready to order his iced coffee. We went to the coffee shop nearby, the sun was evil. "I do, but I'm not a pro, not also that strong." I replied. He took two straws, one for me, "Here is one of the beautiful places to go hiking. Shall we?" and there's no way for me to say no.

"By the way, I was wondering, do you really listen to that band?" I asked him, looking at his t-shirt.
"I am a big fan, so I do, do you?"
"I grew up with them, with their songs. I'm Franda, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Franda. I'm Anda."

We took a look at each other and smiled.


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I found myself in our favorite coffee shop wondering,

If I never met him,
If  he never wore that t-shirt

If he ever fell in love with me
If I ever fell in love with him

or someone else





N ( ) R W A Y


"Norway is a once-in-a-lifetime destination and the essence of its appeal is remarkably simple: this is one of the most beautiful countries on earth." 
Anthony Ham, Lonely Planet Writer



















Dear daughter, yes, your mom does solo travel


Dear Rinjani,

I just got back from my solo travel to Croatia. Yes, I do solo travel if you're wondering. It's been long time since the last time I did my solo travel. I remember that time when I just booked my flight from Jakarta to Kinabalu then few days later, I received my Letter of Acceptance from the university I'm studying at now. I changed my mind and canceled my flight, I've never been to Kinabalu since then.


I was about to read my Sputnik Sweetheart when a girl came to me asking for a seat beside me on the bus with familiar English accent.

"She's not German." I murmured

Our almost-7-hours journey from Munich to Zagreb wasn't boring at all as we talked a lot of things. She's from Montreal and she's younger than me but our wanderlust seemed to connect us in a fun flowing conversation. You know, I'm always into that kind of conversation. 

We spent few hours in Zagreb together checking off those must-visit-places in the city (thanks to her Lonely Planet), strolling around the downtown, having pancakes, and so on. Later on the night she invited me to go out for a drink but I decided to stay at my hostel as I had to catch my bus very early in the morning.

The next day, I had a fun trekking time at the Plitvice National Park. Yes, another check off of my bucket list. I almost expected to see those fairies coming out from the lakes, flying above the canopy and waterfalls. I could write here all beautiful things I've seen there, but no, you have to prove it by yourself someday. I'm lucky enough to have been there.



There are many routes you can choose there depends on what you really wanna see (and how comfortable you are walking on the long hilly pathways), I chose the longest one and walked along the way, ventured off the trail (but still safe, trust me). I hiked up the hill out of the recommended routes while everyone was too busy taking pictures and I'm glad I did as the view up there was stunning with less crowd.

R, don't put off your dream just because you're alone, if you feel you must go, then go, wait for no one. People might ask you tons of questions of why you do solo travel: "Aren't you lonely?", "Did you just break up with your boyfriend?" or even worse, some guys might be looking at you as if you're their next target, but don't freak out, everything will be fine. It's just because solo travel isn't for everyone.

I don't have all the reasons of why one should do solo travel. All I know, if I hadn't stopped waiting, I'd never discover the other side of myself: that I'm pretty strict on my budget, that I can do a selfie, that I can befriend with strangers, that I like observing people, that I'm not perfect, that the only person I can truly depend on is myself. 

It's a way to more appreciate what's already left behind, it's a way to appreciate home, or someone to call home. 

So, someday if you feel like it, then go, because I did.


Love,

F


"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."


Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart