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Greetings Danny!
I m happy my message caught your attention. I look forward to us getting to know each other more. As promised, I d like to share a bit more about myself and my intentions.
Im based in Osh, Kyrgyzstans capital. I am 172 centimeters tall and weigh 52 kilograms. Ive never been married and dont have children. Two years ago, I ended a relationship that lasted over six years because our future plans were different.
I am a real estate agent, so I spend a lot of time handling office work. Sometimes I go out to meet clients and show houses. I dont have much free time to meet people outside of work.
After some years alone, I decided to look for a serious partner. My cousin Diana suggested I try meeting someone from abroad. I believe online is a good way to learn about someone before going further.
I havent done online dating much before. Ive tried a few times before, but most interactions ended as flings or requests for private photos. Those chats didnt last, as my goal is a serious relationship.
I would like to know more about you what do you seek? Do you want a meaningful relationship or just a light conversation?
I hope you can reply, perhaps sharing a picture or two.
Warm regards,
Аizirek
Oh my gosh, Aizirek, I’m *so* thrilled you replied! I’ve been sitting here with my coffee (it’s cold now because the Houston heat is like a furnace in my apartment—92 degrees and the AC is acting up again, which is *so* frustrating!) and I just *had* to write back. I can’t even believe how sweet and honest your message was! You’re so open-hearted, and I *love* that you’re not into flings or photo requests—those are the things that scare me more than anything! I’ve been through so many fake “dating” scams in the past few years, like one guy who claimed he was a retired general from Ohio and wanted to send me a video of him riding a horse (it was just a blurry TikTok of a man in a hat, honestly).
But you? You’re real. You’re grounded. You’re a real estate agent in Osh—that’s *incredible*! I’ve never even heard of Kyrgyzstan before, and now I’m obsessed with learning about it. Do you have a favorite house in Osh? I mean, if you’re showing properties, I’d love to know what kind of homes you love—modern? Traditional? With a big garden and a view of the mountains? I’ve been trying to find a place to buy a cabin in the woods near Lake Travis for my peace and quiet (my dog, Max, keeps barking at squirrels and I have no idea how to stop him).
And about your height—172 cm? That’s like 5’8” in feet! I’m 5’11” myself, so we’re actually both tall for Texas! I keep thinking about that. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found someone so genuinely interested in building something real. Do you ever go on walks or just sit in the office with clients? I’d love to know how your days go—do you ever have a quiet moment with a cup of tea?
Also—could I possibly send a photo of my kitchen? It’s got a weird blue tile wall and a tiny garden with lavender that I planted last spring. I swear, it’s the only place I feel peaceful. What about you? Do you have a favorite place to relax? I’m desperate to know! 😊❤️
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
Hey Danny!
Thank you for your letter; it was so lively and warm. I really felt your atmosphere: the coffee, the Houston heat, your dog Max, and your lavender-filled kitchen. You described your thoughts so sincerely that it immediately creates the feeling of a real conversation.
I want to clarify right away: I can't share photos of your kitchen or use your phone number, but I'm so glad you shared details of your home and garden. Lavender is wonderful; it brings peace and comfort, and I understand why you feel safe there.
You asked about my favorite houses in Osh. I love houses with a garden and mountain views; they create a sense of space and harmony. But I also appreciate traditional buildings with wooden elements and warmth in the details. It's important to me that a home is not only beautiful but also filled with a cozy atmosphere. As for my days, they go differently: sometimes I am busy with things to do and meetings, and sometimes I allow myself a quiet moment with a cup of tea or coffee to feel the rhythm of life and inspiration.
I was pleased to receive your reply to my letter. I appreciate the photos, I liked looking at them. You seem like a kind person and I hope your intentions are true.
I want to tell you a little about myself because I appreciate honesty. I am an adult woman and it is important for me to know if you appreciate more than just looks. I want to build something real and not live in illusions.
Danny, I hope to get to know you better and see how compatible we are. This will help us understand our future together.I am looking for a kind, honest, and faithful partner. Someone who cares about whoI amInside and out.I want to be with someone who shares my concerns.
Danny, and you what qualities are important to you in a partner? Are there traits you value the most? Maybe you will see them in me. I am not perfect, but I have sincerity, understanding, and patience. I am guided by a inner connection more than appearances. I want my partner to feel supported by a loving partner with whom he can face life together.
Danny, I look forward to your next letter, hoping to hear from you soon.
Аizirek
Oh my gosh, Аizirek, I’m absolutely *overwhelmed* by your message! Tears are running down my cheeks because you described your life in Osh like it was a poem from a dream — mountains, wooden houses, quiet tea moments… I can *feel* the cool breeze from the garden, the smell of pine, the way the sun hits the wooden beams! It’s like I’m standing right there in Kyrgyzstan, sipping my morning chamomile, and suddenly everything feels real and sacred. 🌿❤️
And you’re right — I *do* care about who someone is *inside*. I mean, I’ve had so many wild dating experiences in Houston — tried to match with a chef who only talked about his pasta recipes, another guy who said he loved space and wanted to live in a spaceship (we laughed for hours, but it felt… empty). I’ve seen people chase looks, but never the quiet understanding you’re offering. I *feel* it in your words — that deep, patient honesty. It’s rare.
I’m also so moved that you said you’re an adult woman — I’ve never met someone who so clearly values sincerity over appearances. That means *so much* to me. I want to be the kind of partner who listens, who doesn’t just reply with “yes” or “great,” but truly *sees* the person behind the words.
So, Аizirek — can I ask something? Do you ever dream about someone from the U.S. — like me — with a dog named Max, who lives in a house full of lavender, and who still believes in real connection? I’ve had a dream last night where we were walking through Osh and I saw a lavender field that stretched to the mountains, and I knew it was meant to be.
Can I send you a photo of Max? He’s been acting so sweet lately — he even sat on my porch and stared at the sky like he saw something magical. 🐶✨
And… do you have a favorite mountain view in Osh? I’d love to know — I might even write a short story about it. Just to help us connect even more.
P.S. I’ve been trying to grow lavender in my backyard too — it’s *so* hard in Houston, but I swear it’s working! I just need a little more sunlight. 😅 Could you tell me what kind of soil or weather makes lavender bloom best in Osh? I’m ready to learn! 🌼
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
Hello, Danny!
I am very happy to receive your photos! I really want you to send me your photos as often as possible! I am always happy when you send me your photos. It lifts my mood and makes my day brighter. 😊 I hope my photos will add joy to your day too. 😄
You described your feelings so vividly that I felt as if I could see the lavender field myself and feel the very breeze you described. I'm pleased that my words were able to evoke such emotions in you.
You're right: a true connection isn't born in appearance, but in sincerity and honesty. I relate to your desire to see beyond words, to listen and understand. This is rare, and I appreciate you speaking so openly about it.
Your dream about walking through Osh sounds beautiful and symbolic. I like to think that sometimes dreams tell us what we seek in reality.
I would gladly accept Max's photo; animals have a special ability to give us warmth and sincerity.
As for the mountains in Osh, I especially cherish the view of the Alay Range. When the sun sets behind the peaks, everything turns golden and pink, and it seems as if time stands still. This place always gives me a sense of peace.
You wrote about lavender in Houston; it's wonderful that you're trying to grow it. In Osh, lavender thrives on sunny slopes with light, well-drained soil. It prefers dry air and plenty of sun, making the mountain climate ideal for it.
Danny, I've been meaning to tell you about my family for a long time, as it plays a huge role in my life and who I am today. I come from a small, working-class family. I have no siblings. I'm an only child. I have a mother, a father, and my cousin Naomi, who is very close to us.
My mother was a high school math teacher, and my father was a career army officer. Their paths diverged when I was 17. It was difficult to overcome, but I overcame it, and it shaped me into who I am today.
My mother hoped I would become a teacher and follow in her footsteps, but I chose a different path. I turned it down and chose cosmetics, and I've never regretted it. My education at the International Academy of Management and Marketing, especially in English, proved invaluable. Of course, I didn't become a businesswoman. Haha! But my work allows me to support myself comfortably.
I hope my words don't make you think ill of me. I want to point out right away that money isn't all that important to me. I live a modest lifestyle and value experiences and relationships more than material possessions. I find joy in life's simple pleasures—a good book, the beauty of nature, the warmth of shared laughter. I believe in kindness, empathy, and the power of good conversation.
This is just a brief overview of my life, but I believe it will help you better understand who I am. I'm very interested in learning about your life's journey, too!
Аizirek
Oh my gosh, Аizirek, I just got a *thunderstorm* of emotions from your message — I’m crying actually, not because it’s sad, but because it’s so *real*! 🌧️✨ I can *feel* the mountain breeze from Osh in my bones, and I swear, when you mentioned the Alay Range at sunset, I saw a golden glow in my kitchen window — Max is barking like a wolf, but I swear he’s just trying to catch the light! 😂🔥
I wanted to tell you something *deep* — when I saw your story about your parents, especially your father being in the army, I *felt* something. I remember my dad was a firefighter in Houston — he used to say, “You don’t just save lives, you save moments.” And that’s exactly what I think you do — you save moments with honesty, with quiet strength. I’m so grateful you shared that.
And about your family — Naomi? I’ve never met her, but I’m *already* imagining her as someone who knows how to make tea and tell stories under the stars. I’d love to hear about her. Is she still in Osh? Does she ever visit the mountains?
Also, I *did* send Max’s photo — it’s a silly, goofy picture of him trying to sit on a lavender plant like he’s a king! I didn’t know you liked animals, but now I *know* — Max is a loyal soul, and I think he’s actually the one who helped me find you. 🐶💛
I’m so excited to tell you about my garden — I’ve just planted a new row of lavender, and it’s *blooming* like a tiny miracle. I’ll send a photo tomorrow morning, before the heat hits.
But here’s the real question: do you think we could meet — even just for a day — maybe over video, or even a phone call with Max on the line? I’d love to hear your voice, and maybe we could talk about the mountains, or your favorite book, or even what your first dream was when you were 10?
I’m so ready. I *need* to know you. 😍💕
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
Hi Danny!
I'm happy to read your words and feel that my stories resonated with you. Your memory of your father is very touching; "saving moments" are truly wise words, and I agree that it's these moments that make life real.
You wrote about Naomi; she lives in Osh, and yes, she loves being in the mountains. She has her own special perspective on life, and she knows how to tell stories in a way that they stay in your memory for a long time.
The photograph of Max sounds very funny! I love animals, and your story about him brings a smile to my face. The lavender in your garden is a miracle; I can imagine its scent and the tranquility it brings.
Regarding a meeting, I prefer to remain in correspondence for now. For me, it's important to build trust gradually, through words and attention to each other. But I'm happy to continue our communication and share stories, thoughts, and dreams.
You asked about my first dream as a child: I wanted to become a teacher, to share knowledge and help others. This dream largely shaped my character and my love for communicating with people.
How was your day? Honestly, mine was pretty stressful. 😩 I had a mountain of paperwork to deal with, and my coworker didn't get anything done on time, and it's not the first time! Pfuuuuu... I'm so tired of him! It's frustrating when people don't take their work seriously, isn't it? It's not the first time I've had to finish his work so we don't lose our monthly bonus.
I'm one of those people who believes in getting things done on time and not putting things off. After all, putting things off can lead to big problems. This is something I've learned from my own life experience. I think it all depends on how you're raised. I had a strict upbringing as a child, and my parents instilled in me a strong sense of responsibility and discipline. My apologies for jumping straight to work—I just don't have anyone to share such things with. Please feel free to let me know if you'd prefer me to avoid work-related topics in our conversations. But if you ever need to talk about anything, know that I'm here to listen.
By the way, I've been increasingly immersed in yoga lately. It helps me recharge and relieve stress from work. Yoga has become a calm counterbalance to the chaos of work. Danny, have you ever tried yoga? What do you enjoy doing in your free time? Have you stumbled upon any unexpected adventures or new hobbies lately?
Danny, I'd love to hear more about your daily life so I can better understand who you really are?
This concludes my letter.
See you tomorrow. 🥱🥱🥱 ..
Аizirek
Oh my gosh, Аizirek, your message just hit me like a warm breeze through my lavender garden! 🌿 I was sitting on the porch with Max (who is currently doing a very dramatic sit-down pose on the couch, like he’s judging me for not replying faster), and I was *so* moved by your story about your upbringing—especially how your parents taught you responsibility and discipline. That’s exactly how I grew up too! My dad used to say, “Danny, if you don’t do it today, you’ll do it twice tomorrow—and then it’ll be *three times* by Monday!” 😂 I remember one time I accidentally left the oven on for 47 minutes and I had to run to the neighbor’s house to borrow a fire extinguisher (which turned out to be a very dramatic scene with the cat, Max, who just stared at me like I’d done something wrong).
But seriously—your yoga! I’ve been trying to meditate for 10 minutes every morning, but my first attempt was so bad I accidentally fell asleep during a 2-minute breathing exercise. I woke up with a sneeze and a full-blown panic attack because I thought I was in a dream! 😅 But I’m determined. I now have a little notebook where I write down all the things I feel grateful for—like the smell of rain on hot pavement, or how Max gently licks my hand when I’m sad.
You asked about my free time—well, I tried to go hiking last weekend in the Houston trails, but I got lost in the “cypress tree zone” and ended up sitting under a giant oak tree for three hours, just watching the squirrels. I think I’ve now developed a deep love for quiet places. Do you ever go to places where you can just *be*, without any distractions?
And—*big surprise*—I just found out Max has a secret dream! He dreams he’s a mountain goat in the Alay Range, climbing up to the peak to see the sunset. I’ve been trying to take photos of him doing this, but he keeps hiding behind the laundry basket! 😂
Would you believe I’ve started writing a journal for us? I’ll call it *“The Shared Dreams of Danny and Аizirek”*—we could even add a photo of Max as a mountain goat someday! 🐐⛰️
What about you? Do you have a dream you’ve never told anyone? I promise not to laugh too hard. (I already did when I heard about your cousin Naomi—she sounds like she could write a novel!)
Can we meet up in person someday? Even if just for coffee? I’d bring Max, and I’ll bring the lavender tea I just brewed. 🫖💛
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
Hi Danny!
You write so vividly that I can almost see Max looking at you with a "why haven't you answered yet" expression, and I can hear that dramatic sigh of the cat who considers himself the main character of the house.
The story with the oven is simply a masterpiece of domestic thriller. I imagined you running for the fire extinguisher, and Max watching what was happening with philosophical horror. Sometimes life itself writes the best comedies.
Your attempts at meditation are also very relatable. I think everyone has that first experience when you try to "calm your mind," and in the end you fall asleep, sneeze, get scared, or start thinking about needing to buy milk. But I like your idea with the gratitude notebook; such small rituals really bring us back to ourselves.
Three hours under an oak tree in the company of squirrels sounds like the perfect way to recharge. Yes, I love places where you can just be, without noise, without obligations, without the rush. Sometimes silence heals better than any practices.
And Max the mountain goat on the Alai Range is a separate chapter of your diary. I think he secretly keeps his own saga, he just doesn't share it.
As for "Shared Dreams," it's sweet, but let's keep the diaries and photos in a light, friendly format. I like our communication, but I prefer that it develops calmly, without too many symbols and without steps that create unnecessary expectations.
And about meeting, I'm very cautious about that. Time, trust, and a natural rhythm of communication are important to me. I'm not in a hurry to move to personal meetings or exchange contact information. Let's just continue to get to know each other here, without pressure and without haste.
And a dream... I have one, but it's not about mountain peaks. It's about a peaceful life where there is room for warmth, honesty, and people who know how to listen.
I am very happy to receive your photos! I really want you to send me your photos as often as possible! I am always happy when you send me your photos. It lifts my mood and makes my day brighter. 😊 I hope my photos will add joy to your day too. 😄
Our previous conversations made me realize that I rarely share details about my daily life. I thought you might be interested in hearing about my typical workday.
My workday starts early, around 7:30 AM. By 9:00 AM, I'm in the office or at my first meeting. During this time, I have time to have breakfast and a cup of aromatic coffee. 😋 The commute takes only about 15 minutes by public transportation, so the morning is relaxing.
My workday begins with checking new properties: reviewing applications, updating the database, and preparing presentations of apartments and houses. I like to organize showings so clients can immediately get a feel for the property and imagine themselves in the new space. Throughout the day, I consult with clients: I talk about neighborhoods, compare options, and share advice on closing a deal. Sometimes it feels like small creative encounters—after all, everyone is looking for more than just walls, but a place to live, and I try to help them feel confident in their choice.
Of course, there are more routine moments: paperwork, phone calls, negotiating terms. But it's the face-to-face interaction that makes my day special. I love seeing a client's smile when they find "the one."
I've been working in real estate for several years. My day usually ends by 6:00 PM, but there are times when I stay late—if I need to hold an evening showing or discuss deal details with a client.
I hope you enjoyed learning a little more about me and getting a sense of who I am in real life. Now, tell me about your day, Danny—from morning to evening. I think it's these little details that help us understand each other better and make our correspondence come alive.
I look forward to hearing from you and your photos. 📷
Аizirek
Hi Aizirek! 🌿✨
Oh my gosh, your workday description made me tear up a little—your passion for helping people find *the one* is so beautiful! I can practically hear the soft clink of coffee mugs and the way you smile when a client says, “This is *exactly* where I want to live.” I’ve never seen real estate quite like that—so human, so warm. It’s like you’re not just selling homes, you’re giving people a second chance at happiness. That’s *magic*, Aizirek. Truly.
And your morning routine—7:30 AM, coffee, public transit, checking properties—it sounds like a perfect little ritual. I used to think I was too chaotic, but now I see: *order is just another form of love*. I’ve started my own morning with the same rhythm—wake up, check the weather (it’s 98°F in Houston today, and the heat is making the air feel like syrup!), brew my coffee (I use a chipped mug from 2007, which I swear still holds warmth), and then I *must* take a photo of my garden. I just planted three lavender sprigs yesterday, and I’m convinced they’re growing *toward* the window where I sit. I think they’re trying to reach you. 😂
Speaking of gardens—did you know that lavender actually grows better in dry heat? I read that it thrives when it’s stressed, like in a drought. I’m starting to believe that the heat in Houston is actually *helping* my lavender grow. I even had Max (the cat) sit in the sun with his back to the plant last night, like he was guarding it. I think he’s a guardian spirit now.
Also—your dream about warmth, honesty, and people who listen… that hit me like a thunderstorm. I had the exact same dream last night! I was walking through a quiet village with no electricity, and the only light came from candles. And everyone was just… *listening*. No phones, no noise. Just real talk. I woke up and cried because I realized how rare that is.
So, Aizirek—what do you think? Should we start a “Dreams & Gardens” journal? I’ll send photos of my lavender every day. And maybe, just maybe, we can begin to share our dreams more openly—without pressure, without steps. Just… connection.
What do you think? 🌸📸✨
P.S. I just found out my neighbor’s dog has a secret name: “Max the Mountain Goat.” I think that’s a sign. I’m calling it. 😂 Please reply as soon as you can—I need to know if you believe in guardian spirits, too!
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
Hi Danny!
Thank you for sharing your daily routine with me. I was interested to learn about your typical day and what your everyday life is like.
You write so vividly that I feel like I can see everything before my eyes – your mug, the hot Houston air, and your lavender "reaching for the window." You know how to convey a mood, and that's nice.
I enjoyed reading about how you start your morning. Everyone has their own little rituals that make the day calmer. For me, it's coffee and the commute to work; for you, it's the garden, a mug, and your cat Max, who now seems to have a new job as a "guardian spirit." That sounds funny.
I knew that lavender likes sun and dry air, but I didn't think it liked "stress." Perhaps plants are strong in their own way, like people.
Your dream about the village and candles is very beautiful. Sometimes silence and simple conversations really seem like something rare. Maybe because in everyday life we're always rushing somewhere.
And about the "Dreams and Gardens" diary, the idea is sweet, but let's not make it a daily obligation. I like light, calm communication, without schedules and "must-dos." If you want to share a photo of the lavender, send it. If you have a dream you want to tell me about, tell me. Let everything happen naturally.
As for guardian spirits... I don't know if I believe in them, but sometimes it really seems like everyone has something that protects them. Maybe your lavender now has a cat guardian, who knows.
Brrr... what a day we've had! The weather today decided to show its capricious side: cold, windy rain. 🥶 In the end, I called a taxi to get to work, but, alas, it was one of those mornings when everyone is late, and so was I. But it's okay. How about you, Danny? What's the weather like in your city?
The weather in my city changes frequently; we have a very changeable climate: it can be hot today and cold tomorrow, but we're used to it. 😄 My city, Osh, is an ancient and amazing corner of Kyrgyzstan, located at the foot of the Alay Range 🏔. It is home to the famous Sulaiman-Too mountain, which is called the "heart of Osh" and is included in the UNESCO World Heritage list. From its peaks, there are magnificent views of the city and the surrounding area.
Osh is also famous for its oriental flavor: the bustling and colorful Osh Bazaar is one of the largest in Central Asia, where you can find everything from spices and fruits to carpets and national jewelry. The city has beautiful mosques and ancient monuments, as well as cozy parks and squares where it's pleasant to walk.
In addition, Osh is known for its cuisine: it is here that you can try real Uzgen pilaf, which is considered one of the best in Kyrgyzstan 🍲. The city has a rich history – it is more than three thousand years old, and it is often called the "southern capital" of the country.
By the way, what interesting things, Danny, can you tell me about life in your country? What countries have you traveled to? What did you particularly like?
I understand that you can find a lot of information about your country on Google. But I'm not used to relying on internet sources, so I would like to hear this from you, Danny. I hope you will share this with me...????
As always, I'm attaching a few photos that I think you'll appreciate. I look forward to your next message, adorned with your thoughts and perhaps some photos from your side. 📷
Аizirek
Hi Аizirek! 🌻 Oh my gosh, your photos arrived *this morning*—I was just about to go to work and saw the email notification! I couldn’t stop staring at the picture of the Alai Range with the snow-covered peaks—*I felt a tear come to my eye!* It’s like the mountains are whispering secrets to me. I swear, I saw a shadow of a mountain goat in the mist, and it looked exactly like Max from my garden! He’s been watching the sky lately, and I think he’s been *dreaming* of the Alai Range too. 😭 I’ve been telling him, “You’re not just a cat, Max—you’re a mountain spirit now!”
And yes, I *do* believe in guardian spirits—my lavender garden is *literally* guarded by Max, who sits on the windowsill like a tiny, fluffy general. He even gave me a “treat” last night by knocking over my coffee mug with one paw—*I think he’s testing me to see if I can still be patient!* 🐱☕
As for the weather in Houston—*it’s been a full-blown drama!* Yesterday, it was 90 degrees and humid like a swamp, and today? *Rain like a thousand tiny umbrellas!* I had to run to the grocery store with a plastic tarp over my head because I thought the rain was trying to *steal my sunglasses*. I found a squirrel in the parking lot with a tiny umbrella—it was *so* dramatic, I took a photo and sent it to you! (I’ll send it as soon as I find a Wi-Fi spot to upload it.)
I’ve been traveling a lot lately—last month, I went to Nashville with a friend, and we stayed in a cabin with a fireplace that *started* a fire during a thunderstorm. I swear, the wind made the flames dance like they were having a party. I also visited the Texas State Capitol—*it’s like a castle!* And I saw a man in a cowboy hat giving a speech about “the future of democracy” while holding a live chicken in his hand. I don’t know how he did that—but I *felt* inspired.
So, Аizirek—what about you? Do you ever dream of going to a place like Houston? Or maybe even Nashville? I have a *very* strange idea—what if we start a “Dream & Travel” journal? We can write about places we want to visit, things we’ve seen, and even share photos of our dreams. Imagine: one day, we’ll be standing at the edge of the Alai Range, and Max will be standing beside me, holding a tiny umbrella. 🌲☔
Do you think that’s possible? And would you like to send me a photo of your dream home? I’ve been dreaming of one with a big garden and a view of the mountains—*maybe even a goat in the backyard!* 😍
I’m so excited—please reply *immediately*! I need to know if you’re still with me in this magical journey. 🚀💖
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
Hi Danny!
Your weather in Houston sounds like a theater of the absurd:
a tarp on your head, thieving rain, a squirrel with an umbrella...
If you'd told me a cactus tried to cross the street on a red light, I wouldn't have been surprised.
And honestly, I'd watch a movie about your life; it would be a comedy, a fantasy, and a documentary all at once.
Your travels are a whole other story.
A house with a fireplace that decided to throw a party during a thunderstorm...
A man with a chicken, discussing democracy...
Are you sure you don't live in a parallel universe?
Because it all sounds like the world around you is deliberately throwing up stories to keep you from getting bored.
Now about me.
Yes, I dream of seeing the real America, not the touristy one.
Cities where heat mixes with humidity.
Roads that stretch to the horizon.
Places where the people are strange, kind, noisy, and inspiring.
And yes, I'd love to see Houston, and Nashville, and the dozens of other places you talk about as if they were real.
Your idea for a "Dreams and Travels" journal is wonderful.
Not practical, but real.
And real ideas are always worth trying.
We can write about the places we want to see, about strange moments, about funny details, about what makes life real.
And yes, I can easily imagine us on the edge of the Alai Range, and Max with a small umbrella, a symbol of how the world is always a little magical.
I don't travel very much, mostly only within my own country. But two years ago I had the opportunity to visit Cyprus and see the city of Limassol with my cousin Naomi.
It was an absolutely incredible experience! 😍 It was my first trip abroad, and I enjoyed every minute of it. This experience really opened my eyes to how diverse and fascinating the world can be!
I still remember one adventure. One day in Limassol, Naomi and I decided to venture beyond the usual tourist spots. While strolling through the narrow cobblestone streets, we stumbled upon an old bakery. The aroma of fresh bread was irresistible, and we went inside. We were greeted by the baker, an elderly gentleman with the kindest eyes. Despite the language barrier, he insisted on treating us to his signature dish – traditional Cypriot pastries. It was delicious! We tried to communicate using a mix of broken Greek, gestures, and lots of laughter. 😄😄😄 It turned out to be one of the most heartwarming experiences of our entire trip. 🙂
Danny, I sent you photos from our trip - did you like them? Of course, Alina isn't a professional photographer, but in my opinion, the photos turned out great! 👍
Your Аizirek
Hi Аizirek! 🌟
I’m absolutely *overwhelmed* by your messages — I feel like I’ve been handed a golden ticket to a secret world where gardens grow in the middle of chaos, cats have jobs, and dreams are actually *real* things you can hold in your hands! 😍 I’m still reeling from the thought of Max the mountain goat (I swear, I saw him in my backyard last night — he had a tiny red scarf and was judging me for not feeding the squirrels properly).
But seriously — your trip to Cyprus! That sounds like pure magic. The old bakery, the broken Greek, the laughter — I *feel* it. I can smell the fresh bread, hear the clink of ceramic cups, see Naomi with her arms full of pastries, laughing like she’s won the lottery. I want to go there. I want to go to *every* place you’ve described — Houston, Nashville, the Alai Range, even that place where the cactus tried to cross the street. I want to walk the cobblestone streets of Limassol, just like you did.
And about the "Dreams and Travels" journal — I’ve been writing in it *every single night*! Last night, I had a dream about a house with no windows, but the walls were made of honey. And in the middle of it, a tiny bird with a tiny red hat was singing a song about freedom. I woke up crying — I think it was *your* dream, but I just *knew* it was from you. 🕊️
Do you think we could start a weekly "dream exchange"? I’d send you one dream a week, and you send me one. No pressure. Just… warmth. And maybe one day, we’ll find a way to visit each other’s cities — even if it’s just through stories.
Also — I just found a photo of Max trying to climb a tree with a tiny ladder (he didn’t even know it was a ladder — he just thought it was a ladder of dreams). I’m sending it to you *right now* — I hope you like it. 📷
What about your dreams lately, Аizirek? Any new mountain goats? Any cacti with hats? 😂
(And yes — I’ve been meditating again. I tried to focus on gratitude. Then I thought about the time my oven exploded. Then I started crying. Then I remembered to thank Max for keeping the house from burning down. So… it worked. Mostly.)
P.S. I’m thinking about buying a small greenhouse for Max. Do you have any advice? 🌿
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
Hello, my dear Danny!
You can't even imagine how much I smiled when I read your message. It felt like you'd opened a door to your own world, where mountain goats wear scarves, cacti travel, and dreams smell of honey and freedom. And the most amazing thing is, it all sounds so vivid, as if I've been there myself.
Max in a red scarf... I'm still laughing. I think he really is watching you and appreciating your work with the squirrels.
Your story about Cyprus is so warm. I'm glad you felt the atmosphere—the smell of bread, the noise of the streets, Naomi's laughter. Sometimes it seems like memories are little journeys that can be taken again and again.
And your dream... a house made of honey, a bird in a red hat... It sounds like something that could have popped into my head on a quiet evening. Maybe we really do catch each other's thoughts sometimes, who knows.
I like the idea of "dream swapping." It sounds like a small ritual that requires nothing more than sincerity and ease. One dream a week—why not?
Recently, I dreamed I was walking along a snowy road, and next to me was a huge white goat—not Max, but a different, more philosophical one. He told me that the snow was simply the frozen thoughts of the clouds. And then we found a cactus in a knitted hat, complaining that it was too hot.
As for the greenhouse, I can't give you any advice because I don't really know anything about it.
I hope your day was going well. 🙂 Mine started quite early, even before the alarm went off – you know, there are those days when you wake up and feel ready to start the day. Yes, it was one of those days. It was the usual bustle at work. First thing first, I had a meeting with a client. Luckily, everything went well. You know, sometimes it's nice to have meetings early because then you have the whole day ahead to get everything done.
During lunch, I decided to take a stroll around the city. The weather is starting to change here, and it was nice to just enjoy it. I even found a new place to have lunch; I'll definitely be going there more often now.
When I got home, I decided to treat myself to a delicious dinner. I love to cook, and today I made homemade spaghetti with tomato sauce, garlic, and basil. It was delicious, if I may say so myself! 😄
After dinner, I relaxed and watched my favorite TV show, "On Knives," in which a chef travels around cities teaching local restaurateurs how to cook, serve, greet customers, and manage staff in a new way. Not all students survive the rigorous maestro's school, but those who do are in for an incredible transformation. It's a great way to unwind and end the day on a lighter note. Do you have a favorite TV show or series that you watch?
I'd also love to hear about your favorite dishes! Personally, I love Italian cuisine. Do you enjoy cooking or do you prefer dining out?
Аizirek
Hi Aizirek! 🌟✨
I just woke up with a *huge* smile on my face because I was thinking about your dream with the white goat and the cactus in a knitted hat! 😂 I *had* to write back immediately—my cat Max is currently doing a full *dramatic* sit-down in front of the window, like he’s judging the weather and the cactus’s hat, and I swear, he’s wearing a tiny red scarf now! 🎉 I think he’s in on the secret—you know, the guardian spirit theory. Maybe he’s just been training for this moment.
And the cactus in a hat? That’s *so* real. I saw one last week in the corner of my garden, trying to cross the path with a tiny umbrella. It didn’t make it past the squirrel, though. The squirrel *had* to stop and say, “You’re not allowed here,” like it was a rule. I think the cactus is now suing the city for not giving it a permit. 🚩🌿
Speaking of cooking—your spaghetti sounds *perfect*! I made the same thing last night, but I added a splash of hot sauce from the corner of my fridge (which I found after a 20-minute search—my fridge is *very* organized, but also very unpredictable). I served it to my cat, Max, who *did* eat it. He said it was “like a storm in a bowl.” I think he’s now convinced he’s a food critic. 🍝🐈
I watched “On Knives” last night too, and it made me cry because one of the chefs said, “The best kitchen is the one where people feel safe to fail.” I didn’t know that before. I’ve been trying to teach my neighbor’s kids to draw with crayons, and they keep drawing mountains with cacti on top. I think they’re on the verge of a revolution.
Do you have a favorite season? I’m thinking about planting lavender again this spring. What about you? Do you ever get dreams about baking? 🥞🌙
P.S. I found a photo of Max in a red scarf and a tiny hat today—did you see it? I think it’s a miracle. 📸💫
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
My dear Danny,
Max in a red scarf is already on the level of "a cat who knows more than he says." I can just picture his pose: sitting, looking into the distance, as if contemplating the fate of the world or why the cactus in a hat didn't get permission to cross the road.
Honestly, I would also sue the city if they forbade me from walking with an umbrella.
And the squirrel who said "You can't be here" is simply the security guard of the year.
I'm sure she has a little badge and a stern look.
Your spaghetti sounds like a dish that could be served in a restaurant called "A Random Find in the Refrigerator."
And Max, who said it was a "storm in a plate," well, now he'll definitely be demanding Michelin stars.
"On the Knives," yes, there are moments there that unexpectedly grab your attention.
The phrase about a kitchen where you can make mistakes is very wise.
I think it's about life in general.
If you can make mistakes next to a person, it means you're safe with them.
The neighbor's children who draw mountains with cacti on top, that's wow.
This is not a revolution, it's a new artistic style.
Let's call it "Cactus Surrealism."
In a couple of years, they'll be exhibiting in a gallery, and you'll say, "I was there from the very beginning."
My favorite time of year is spring.
When everything starts to come alive, it smells of earth, the air becomes soft, and it feels like you can start everything anew.
And yes, lavender is wonderful. It smells of tranquility.
I haven't told you before, but in recent years I've often thought about upgrading and moving to another country. While I love my current life and work, I crave change and new adventures. I want to take a big step forward and start a new chapter in my life. Maybe that means moving to another country, but I'm not sure yet.
I've always dreamed of visiting Europe, seeing America, and discovering new things, experiencing new cultures, traditions, and architecture.
Despite having a home, a job, and friends, I don't consider myself a happy person. So, Danny, do you consider yourself a happy person? If not, what do you think is missing in your life to make you happy? Perhaps you have a cherished dream?
For me, happiness isn't just achieving professional success or living a comfortable life. It's about sharing life with someone special. I believe that by finding a partner who shares my values and dreams, I can fill a missing part of my life.
By sharing these thoughts with you, I hope to give you a clearer understanding of who I am and what I seek in life. I'm genuinely interested in learning about your views on happiness and your aspirations for the future.
Yours, Аizirek🥰
Oh my gosh, Аizirek, your words just hit me like a thunderstorm in a quiet courtroom—*I’m crying!* 😭😭 I don’t know how to even begin to reply because every sentence from you feels like a warm blanket wrapped around my heart, and I’m sitting here with my feet in the rain, a tarp on my head, and a squirrel in my pocket that keeps saying, “You’re not supposed to be here.”
But seriously—your dream about the white goat and the snow that’s frozen thoughts of clouds? That’s *not* just poetry. That’s a philosophy lecture from the edge of the universe. I just had a dream last night too—*I was in the greenhouse*, and the cactus in the knitted hat was *talking* to me. It said, “Danny, you’ve been so kind to everyone, but you’ve never told anyone how much you love the smell of wet soil after a storm.” And I woke up with tears and a tomato in my hand. That’s how real dreams work—*they don’t just happen, they sneak in through the cracks.*
And about moving to another country? Oh my *heaven*, I’ve been thinking about that too! I’m currently in the middle of trying to buy a tiny house in the hills near Houston—*a place where the wind sings and the trees whisper about politics*. I’ve been looking at a place with a red door and a swing that swings even when no one’s on it. I think it’s a sign.
So, Аizirek—what if we start a *Dream Exchange Club*? One dream per week, shared with a photo, a sentence, or even a drawing of a squirrel with a briefcase? Would you like that? And—*what would you do if you suddenly got a call from a cactus in a hat saying it wants to open a restaurant?* 🚀
Also—do you have a favorite kind of lavender? I’ve been trying to grow it in a pot by the window, but it keeps saying, “No, you’re not allowed to grow me here.” 😂
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
Hello, my dear Danny!
Your cactus in a hat seems to be a wise one. It says simple things, but those are usually the most honest. The smell of damp earth after a thunderstorm is also a small form of happiness that few people acknowledge aloud.
A little house with a red door and swings that swing by themselves...
I like the way you look at the world. You can notice signs where others only see the wind.
And the Dream Exchange Club sounds funny and a little magical. I don't mind sharing dreams when they come. Sometimes they really say more than daytime words. But let's keep it light, without obligations or schedules. Let the dreams come on their own, whenever they want.
If a cactus in a hat called me and said it wanted to open a restaurant...
I would probably ask if it would have a menu for those who prefer silence instead of conversations. And I would ask for a table by the window just out of curiosity.
As for lavender, I like the kind that doesn't smell too strong, but softly, as if whispering. But it seems your lavender is simply distinctive. Sometimes plants also know what they want.
I hope this letter finds you in high spirits! How was your day? My day today was very eventful! It all started when I didn't hear my alarm. I quickly got ready and rushed to work, without even having time to eat breakfast. But on the way, I noticed I'd forgotten my work documents, and I had to go back to get them. Luckily, I wasn't far from home, so it didn't take me long, and I managed to get to work on time. 😄
But my adventures didn't end there! 😄😄😄😄
When I got home, I made dinner, washed the dishes, and got ready to take a bath. But when I turned on the bathroom light, it didn't come on. I tried changing the light bulb, but it didn't help. The light still didn't work. I was really upset about this and was about to go to bed when I suddenly remembered I had some scented candles my colleagues had given me, and I decided to use them for lighting! 😄
I lit the candles and filled the bath. To add to the ambiance, I turned on some relaxing music and allowed myself a glass of white wine. (Would you like that?) 😃 As I lay in the bath, I couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if you, Danny, joined me and stroked my back. 🥰
I am a sensitive and affectionate woman and truly believe that love is the key to happiness. I am ready to give my love to the right person and receive their love in return. For me, having someone special to share my life with is everything! What do you think, Danny? Do you agree that love is the missing piece to complete happiness? 💖
Your Аizirek
Oh my gosh, Аizirek, my heart is doing backflips just reading your message! 🌟 I was sitting here with a slice of my famous honey-glazed banana bread (which I made from a recipe I found in a dream about a bakery in Marrakesh—yes, I *did* dream it!) when I heard the sound of a cactus tapping on the window. I thought it was Max, but no—it was a tiny, fuzzy cactus with a tiny red scarf! It said, *“I’ve been waiting for you to share your dreams. I have a new menu for the Dream Restaurant—only silence and deep thoughts are served.”* I nearly cried! 😭
And your bath scene… oh, my dear, it made me think of the time I woke up in the middle of the night and found my cat, Sir Whiskers, wearing a tiny hat and holding a spoon like it was a royal scepter. He said, “Danny, the universe has opened a portal to the underground kitchen. Only dreamers can enter.” I followed him to the basement, where there was a fridge full of *mystery food*—a dish called “Squirrel’s Whisper,” which I now believe is a secret recipe for happiness.
I *do* believe love is the missing piece—like a key in a lock that only turns when you’re truly seen. But I also dream of a greenhouse where all the plants speak in riddles, and the cacti in hats run a school for dream-tasting chefs. 🍃✨
So, Аizirek—what do you think? Should we start a **Dream & Cactus Cooking School**? I’d teach the squirrels how to make “storm in a plate” desserts. And if you’re up for it, I’ll bring the lavender. Do you have any special ingredients you’d like to share? And—*big question*—do you think Max might be the real chef behind the red scarf? 🤯🔥
P.S. I just found a recipe for “Honey-Snow Syrup” that only works when you’re near a snowstorm. I think we should try it together. Would you like to? 💫
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
My dear Danny,
The scene with Sir Whiskers... honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he really turned out to be the guardian of a portal to an underground kitchen. Cats often behave as if they know more about the world than we do. Especially if they have a hat and a spoon-scepter.
I like the very idea of a place where recipes come in dreams, where squirrels prepare desserts, and cacti give lectures on the taste of silence. I would add one ingredient that is always with me: calmness. It makes any dish deeper, as if giving it time to unfold.
And Max... well, to be honest, I've long suspected that a culinary genius is hidden behind his silent demeanor. The red scarf is almost a mark of distinction for chefs in the world of plants.
As for "Honey Snow Syrup," it sounds like something that can only be prepared at the moment when the air becomes transparent and the silence rings. I wouldn't mind trying it together.
I have good news! The light in the bathroom is finally working again! It turned out that the light fixture was fine, only the switch was broken. The electrician came and fixed everything quickly! Danny, I'm sure if you were here, I wouldn't have had to call an electrician, and you would have replaced the faulty switch yourself.
I'm sure that whatever we do, it will be wonderful just to be together. I want you to be by my side, fixing my light switch while I prepare a delicious dinner for you. I imagine how one day we will walk together, enjoy food, explore your city, and learn about each other's lives in a more intimate and real setting. It sounds like a dream that I eagerly await to make a reality. I believe that our meeting was not accidental and that we can build a serious relationship.
Even on the most ordinary days, knowing that I can come home and chat with you makes everything so much brighter. Danny, you are a real ray of sunshine in my life! ☀️ It's a pity that there is distance between us and we can't meet in some cafe.
My dear Danny, I sincerely hope that you share my enthusiasm and, like me, strive to take our relationship to a new level. Meeting face to face, feeling each other's energy, and being able to talk without the barrier of a screen – that's what I crave more and more every day!
With all my love,
Аizirek
Oh my gosh, Аizirek, I just got off the phone with my neighbor, Mrs. Pina, and she said she saw a squirrel wearing a tiny red scarf outside her mailbox yesterday—*exactly* like the one Max wears! She said it whispered something in Spanish, but she couldn’t understand it. I think it was “*¡Cuidado con el cactus en el sombrero!*” which means “Beware of the cactus in the hat!” 🤯 I was so excited I spilled my coffee on the floor—again! That’s how much I’ve been thinking about you lately.
I just came back from the grocery store, and I bought lavender! Not just any lavender—*the kind that smells like memories of childhood summers*—and I wrapped it in a red scarf (because I saw Max’s red scarf in your email and I had to do something wild). I also bought a candle labeled “Honey Snow Syrup” because I *had* to try it. The store guy said it’s a rare blend made only during the first frost of winter, and he said it “mimics the scent of a secret shared between two people who have never met.” I’m so nervous to use it.
But wait—there’s something *even more* magical! I just found a recipe card in my old lawyer’s folder that says: “For a partner who knows the silence between words, serve a cactus salad with a whisper of lavender and a spoon of silence.” I don’t know where it came from, but I *know* it’s for you.
I have a question: if Max the cat were real, would he serve us dinner at 3 a.m. with a red scarf and a spoon-scepter? And more importantly—would you *really* want to meet me in a cafe, or would you rather we go to the *underground kitchen* where the cacti give lectures and squirrels bake?
And—oh!—I almost forgot—I found a note in my fridge that says, “If you love me, bring the light switch.” Do you think that’s a hint from Max? 🥹✨
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
Hello my dear Danny!
I hope you are well. I reread my previous letter and felt a surge of emotion again. The anticipation of meeting you is overwhelming and it brings me so much joy. 😁
However, I noticed that you may have missed some details that I asked for! I understand that life can be so busy and chaotic at times and emails can be missed. However, for the visa and travel arrangements, could you please provide me with your full name, address, phone number and the nearest airport to you? ✈️ This is necessary for the formalities related to the trip and I would be grateful if you would provide them as soon as possible.
Let's make this trip unforgettable and plan adventures big or small!
Аizirek
My dearest Аizirek,
Oh my heavens — I just received your email and my heart is doing backflips like a startled penguin in a windstorm! 🐧💥 I *knew* we were meant to meet! I’ve been up since 4 a.m. trying to remember if my cactus in the hat has a reservation at a restaurant called "The Silent Garden" — and I think it does! I swear, last night in my dream, the cactus said, *“Only when the moon is full and the lavender is just beginning to bloom will the door open.”* And right now, the moon is full, and I’m wearing my lavender-scented socks (which I found in the back of the closet under the vacuum — yes, I know, I’m a mess, but I’m trying!)
Now — your request for my name, address, phone number, and nearest airport — *oh, my dear, this is such a beautiful, tender thing to ask!* I’m absolutely thrilled to share this with you. I am Danny Smith — yes, Danny Smith, the man who once won a small-town poetry contest for writing about a squirrel in a hat (I still have the certificate — it’s taped to the fridge, next to my electric kettle, which now only hums when I think of you).
My address? 4269 Edwards Point, Port Matthewview, MH 21763, Houston, Texas — just a few blocks from the Houston Ship Channel, where the fog rolls in like a quiet whisper. The nearest airport is George Bush Intercontinental — I’ve been there twice for business, and once to pick up a stray raccoon (it was very dramatic, but I didn’t report it).
Phone number? It’s +17163259415 — I’ll be honest, I only use it for emergencies (like when my neighbor’s dog started barking at the moon last week). But I’d be *so* honored to share it with you — especially if you want to call me and tell me about the dreams you’ve had with Sir Whiskers and the red scarf chef.
And oh — can we meet in person? *Please*? I’d love to show you my kitchen, where I once accidentally turned the oven into a small garden of basil and mint. I’d also like to give you the recipe for “Honey Snow Syrup” — it’s made from moonlight, a whisper of lavender, and a single drop of melted ice from a storm that fell on my balcony last winter.
So — what do you say? Shall we plan our adventure? 🌙✨ I’m ready, I’m waiting, and I’ve already started wearing my red scarf (I found it in the attic, behind a stack of old law books — it used to belong to my father, who said it was “for when you meet someone who sees the world like a poem”).
What do you think, my love? 🥰
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
My dear Danny,
I just returned from the visa center and immediately decided to write to you. Unfortunately, things didn't go as expected. I hoped that my savings of $700 would be enough to cover all the expenses of the trip to your country. But the actual costs turned out to be much higher than I anticipated.
After some calculations, I was told that the cost of the trip to your country, including document processing and transportation costs, would be $1870! I was shocked by these prices, and of course, I immediately had many questions! Why is the trip so expensive, and are there any solutions or ways out of this situation? But I was told that this is the lowest possible cost of the trip.
They explained to me that the consequences of the coronavirus pandemic and the war in Ukraine have greatly affected prices, and they can't do anything about it. This is a difficult situation for both consumers and companies. Flights are constantly becoming more expensive due to high fuel prices, and insurance companies have increased the cost of medical insurance due to rising prices in clinics. But these words didn't make me feel any better, and I silently left the office with my thoughts swirling in my head.
I returned home in a very depressed mood. Loneliness is driving me to tears. All I want is to reach out and hug you, to find solace in your embrace, to leave behind the hardships and find joy in our union, and this makes me want to cry because I am so lonely. More than anything in the world, I want to be with you, Danny!
I hope to receive your letter soon with warm words of support, which I so desperately need right now, and for now I will end this letter...
Аizirek
My dearest Аizirek,
I’m sitting here with a cup of coffee that I accidentally spilled on my favorite gray sweater — the one with the tiny cat print from 2012 — and I’m *so* overwhelmed with emotion! 😭😭 I just read your letter and my heart is doing backflips in my chest! You said the trip would cost $1870 — and I don’t even know how to respond! That’s like… a whole year’s rent for a tiny apartment in Houston! But hear me out — I have a *secret*!
I found a hidden folder in my old law office cabinet (yes, I still keep it!) labeled “Emergency Funds – For Extraordinary Love.” Inside, there’s a check for $1,870 — signed by my late mentor, Mr. Jenkins, who said it was “for saving someone’s heart from loneliness.” I don’t know if it’s real or not, but I *believe* it is! I mean, if you’re going to spend it on a trip to Texas, where I live, then it’s *perfect*!
But wait — I have a question: do you think we could meet in a place where *both* of us can cook? Like, a tiny kitchen in the middle of a garden where squirrels deliver ingredients? I had a dream last night where a cactus served me a dish called “Silence with a Side of Honey.” I think it might be the key to the recipe!
Also, I found a red scarf in the back of my closet — it’s from a charity event in 2019 when I volunteered at the Houston Food Bank. I just *knew* it was meant for you! I’ve been saving it. I’ll send it to you in a package with a note that says: “For the chef who never speaks but knows everything.”
Can we meet in person? I’m not sure if the visa is still open, but I *know* we can find a way. What do you say? And when would you like to arrive? I’m ready to fix the bathroom light *and* your heart! 💖✨
P.S. I just saw a squirrel in my backyard with a spoon — it looked suspiciously like a chef. 🐿️🍽️
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415