was a summer night. travel plans this year to India had gone to hell thanks to contingency influenza, the freelance impossible to put down, and the lack of enthusiasm of the friend with whom had begun planning such a trip. I decided that for my summer vacation (a rickety week) go north to Coahuila to Four C iénegas . I talked to my friend biologist and liked the idea, but personal circumstances prevented him from go. There was no one who conicidiera time or destination. I did not go alone. Goodbye vacation.
That week was spent at home doing very little. Thursday came and organized a farewell to Lear returning to Cambridge after a few weeks in the city, we stayed to see the Coyoacana . The talk flowed on par with drinking, Nuria told me about Barcelona, \u200b\u200bEmilio talked of the future that loomed for him in Chicago surely Jordy said something from Germany, Carlos can not avoid talking about Tango. and went encarrerados home of Lilian to continue talking, and drinking. We talked about history, Latin America, Mexico gruesome Independence, the revolution confusing. And they gave us one, two, and three ... and six.
I was to sleep there, so Lilian and I spent the day together. I remember we saw " Synecdoche New York " (I have a congenital disease that prevents me synecdoche pronounce correctly.) We walked through Rome, the Juárez and Reform - "Look there is the house of Marcelo Ebrard " - talked more and more. If you ask me what, I could not tell. Everything and anything, just remember one item: Move. What about someone who did not move, and move no I mean not to stagnate, but feel stuck , comply with the known. How can you understand the world if you do not know, if not experience, unless you live?. What is conformity? What is the rule that provides for "did" <-----> "the regaste?. I like the routine, safe, reliable. So far there had been no complaints of not changing many aspects of my life letting the boat called time take me quietly . The routine for Olga of twenty years was good, maybe even thirty or thirty-two. But if thirty-five one day wake up wanting to kill twenty-six for not doing more to wait for the target transport her to a place that does not place?
Back to home Lilián analyze options for the night and decided to go to a party where Jordy had invited us. I felt a little, quite uncomfortable, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. At some point in the meeting, I complained about that fact, I said aloud that he was "whole pig" (but I had bathed, eh). Luis , I asked why and I explained that I had been sleeping in my friend's house. "So you freelance as Lilian ?", "No, I work in (insert name of my Extra-), and I'm on vacation, why not go to the office." Luis with a look of surprise, chides me: "But what you're here and why not ... a beach?".
- "This, then, is that ... did not want to go alone and nobody could travel" ...
- "What's that?" Young
Urquieta proceeds to tell of his travels, many in solitary. Does so in a way that allows Lilián eyes and me staring and mesmerized ... molt. Perhaps they were not great adventures or events or places with the biggest story of the world, but they were different, distant, unknown . He was silent because he could not comment. It's like when I'm drinking with Carlos and Lear and they talk passionately about a book I have not read and only serve semiliterate listening to come out with a stupid joke to be noticed. He spoke of America.
Many who read these lines know what happened next. That weekend and following talks like that, Lilián decided to travel to South America, where is still in Chile.
It took me a little more. Perhaps I also motivated me to hear talk of the Southern Cone, starting to plan the trip, dreaming of Chile, the country that attracts you as a child ("no gamble, pigs). Thinking of Argentina, writers, in books, on streets, in the Andes, in flames, in Colombia ... And hopefully this will work like a big domino effect and there those who dare to travel post read it, so intense and beautiful all. It was nice to go along the path in real time, view photos you've published, or assuming their twits getting a place.
There were more reasons for me yet, but do not concern the topic of this post.
In November I decided to go. I suffer from aviofobia , making it very difficult to determine. I travel alone, I can not wait for anyone not want to. Would not know how many more years to be a friend has the money-time-win. All my life I've been like a little glass bubble filled with family care, routine, conformity. This journey is mine, only mine, I planned it, I paid. I want to see how I am able to do things alone and without depending on others, being away with almost anything. I'm gonna live what I had to experience for at least five years. The maximum satisfaction of doing until now is that on my own, oh, sweet self sufficient. Also concluded that he was leaving to move and thus to live, tie me to people, property, routines. Not that place at the pinnacle of human existence traveling, but I remember one night over the sea the night of Tuesday August 18, 2009 in which probably the most exciting thing I did was go to the movies. I
to Europe (or as I call them "The United Quesque Europas"), and for me is more than a backpacking or tour "fifteen days, fifteen European cities, take the photo with the monument and run "is more than what the Americans have made to tourism standardize and make mass production as a Big mac. It will be my first trip abroad, the first of many, the practice for mere-mere adventurers.
would like to write more about it, but I'm overwhelmed with all I have to end after a certain calm. Motivations, expectations and travel plans, the write soon (like the fact "How the hell is that going to Europe if they swore that your first trip would not be in any way the cliche status?" ). Cof, cof.
I miss the EFE. A month is nothing but when I was so addicted he could not secure I will not be jamaiconeando the third day.
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