That's right, this is a blog where Scrusciu du mari objects are not mentioned.
Here you will find my other two great passions: traveling and photographing , combined with something I've always hated: writing. In short, certainly not a great premise!
But the desire to show you and introduce you to my adventures is unstoppable and therefore I just have to indulge my impulse and tell you everything, or almost everything, about my travels.
But to make you better understand what my stories will be like, I want to talk to you about my relationship with time. In fact, as with all the important things in my life, I started late . Not because I didn't like it before (who doesn't like it?), But simply because I didn't understand how easy to travel can be. Sometimes we create so many problems within ourselves and then we stop leaving. Instead it should be a much more instinctive thing. Like when, at fairs, you first have so many scruples about how to get a pen as a gadget and, once you discover that you can take as many as you want, you find yourself with a bag full of pens, USB sticks and notebooks even if you were a newsstand. And so I found myself with pockets full of tickets airplanes and my Olympus OMDE 5 attached to my hand.
Crowding in the Rainbow Mountains in Peru
But my problem with time doesn't stop there. There is one thing that I have never been able to change about my character. That of waiting for the last moment to do things. Yes. I am a laggard chronic. What you see at the station, at the airport, at the port, running, nervous, out of breath.
It is the most dramatic part of the travels. The times to be respected, especially in departures. What drama those moments: shots, races, improvised choices, entrusted to instinct, to Karma, to the certainty that everything will be fine. Because I haven't missed a plane yet.
Yes, my travels always start out stressful. But the beauty is there. Getting on a plane, dripping with sweat, still incredulous but extraordinarily happy . Because in the end, this time too, as always, you did it. Fuck, but you did it. And like every time I think about why I always find myself in these situations.
I have never been able to give myself an explanation to this fundamental question of the universe. But I only know one thing: every time I always increase the level of challenge towards destiny. Like that time in Sao Miguel , in the Azores, where, for not having heard the alarm clock, I got up an hour before the departure of the flight. Yes, 60 minutes before departure, 30 minutes before the gate closes, 15 minutes before delivering the car to the rental company. Already. I was fucked up .
So the first idea was to throw myself back in bed, to sleep. The second, on the other hand, was more imaginative. I thought that, maybe, maybe by mistake, if something unexpected happens, if the world falls, maybe I can make it !
So I get up, 6:05 am, get dressed, take my backpack, get to the car and drive to the airport. 06:10. I realize that I have to refuel if I do not want to pay the penalty, so I find a petrol station, I stop but the card does not work, 06:25, I leave without fuel, I insult myself, I run, I arrive at the airport, I sling at the desk of the "ILHA VERDE Rent a car", I explain the situation, I pay the fuel penalty, 70 euros, I run, 06:35, I run, I find a queue for security checks, I step over someone, I explain my situation again, I arrive at checks, 06:41, passed, I go to the gate, I run, I run, 06:50, I arrive at the gate. Breath . I smile .
I told you I've never missed a plane.