This is the end…
My only friend…
Last days in Venezuela.
I’ll miss that small village feeling, the cool Venezulian, the friends I have made that where all so kind and friendly.
I’ve met a whole different group of people. From great couples with cute kids, to girls and guys running away from their regular life, looking for their next move, I’ve also made friend with Surfers who just think about windsurfing and fucking.
I loved all of them, they all show me how beautiful and complex human being can be, in all they have good and bad.
I can see how I have a little of them in me.
On this point Margaita was a rich human experience.
I never feel so great as when I’m windsurfing. The contact with the sea, the harsh physical exercise, the adrenalin rush of being too high in the air or on too big a wave and the pride of being back on the beach with just a few cuts and bruises, thinking about the next big wave.
I have a dilemma, without this I feel like half the person I’m, always craving for it..
On the other end, I don’t see myself running such a brainless life.
I could learn new languages there or elsewhere with the same conditions, I could run a small business, but I would still need more intellectual activities, more diversities. I could do that for the next five years and then what?
A good compromise would be to find a place where I can have all this and still have a challenging job.
So Margarita was rich on windsurfing and mind opening.
I have met a cute girl there. A Chloe from London, sweet, easy going with a great smile. She’s a hopeless romantic.
Nathalie a French girl in El Yaque told me to write a list of what I’m looking for in my perfect girl, being a hopeless romantic is one of the five I came up with.
We just spent five days together and it was a great vacation romance.
This was refreshing and I feel lucky I got to share that with her.
It was too short, she’s going to Miami and I’m leaving for Brasil.
All in all, I had the best time in Margarita, I miss it a lot.
But Braziu is coming, I love Brasil!