Holy?days

In all this postXmas and preNew year race, far from the familiar winter surroundings but still surrounded with "winterly" decorated palm trees and crazy russian tourists I don't know what holidays to celebrate anymore. Xmas is not really in our tradition, and the New year kind of loses its magic after being celebrated at the beach couple of years in a row.
So I guess the decicion to celebrate each and every day came automatically without even asking me for permission. And it kind of makes sense when you start seing the bigger picture with tons of turkeys being sold on 24th and Santa Clauses comming down on helicopter in the Hotel Zone in at least 5 hotels at the same time. And then will be the Three kings, and Valentines day with fluffy bears and hearts and roses, and 8th of march with men going crazy searching for flowers...and like this till the next "New Year". Very good commercial cycle, profits ensured.  Why only certain dates? why following those frames? Why not making every single day of your life worth celebration?

I've already started doing it today at the beach, right after work curing myself from flu not with paracetamol, but with an hour or two of my unprofessional but insanely happy surfing and buddy boarding attempts. Well, it's simply great to know that you can do those kind of things after work.

And now I close my eyes and see those perfectly breaking crystal clear waves and I know that some day I will ride them perfectly well...

excitement

Got the tickets, we are going. That's for sure. 

I don't like planning trips, it just doesnt come out for me. There will be a plan, very approximate, with "must see" points, but the rest should flow. The experience shows that in travelling as in life as well,  it is good to have certain milestones of what you want to see and do, but if you stick too much to the plan, you can miss a good deal of superinteresting things on the way. The best adventures i've had were always starting with "what if we turn here?" so now again we'll take our chances. 

 It's time. Same places, same roles, same masks, same talks, just different faces that already seem the same as well.  It's insane, but my heart starts beating faster  if among all that artificial picture i see the bright eyes full of life and hear different types of questions. It doesnt happen that often, but when it does the conversation goes into different direction from "how much do people earn here? where can i buy tequila? they promised us VIP service!" topics. 

In the end travelling and tourism are two totally different things and I guess I prefer the first one.

The time is now.

inspiration..

Maybe it's autumn turning to winter, maybe just general need to move on and change something again, but those last weeks were quite low on inspiration.

Recently it started comming back - like everything in life, ebbs and flows.It comes when least expected in form of colorful visions in a van on the way to the jungle; as a local nomad circus, whos participants are willing to teach you every(or almost every) little trick they know; as a lifeguard on the beach, who sees your desperation when the surf rental is closed and offers his buggy board; as a group of fisherman who decide  to give you a ride putting  you at the front and squizing alltogether at the backseat of the truck. Even waiting for the flight from DF at 2 a.m. with 8 russian tourists on board can be exciting when you have a good book and a contact ball :)

Those little moments - good to have you back. Or you were always here and it's me who stopped noticing it for a while?