For those who is wondering about the set for the next of my tales…I have to disappoint you, I guess…the vacation I choose this time will be nothing like any of my previous crazy travels. I suppose you may relate this to the general change that I’m going through, but in reality this is a Needed Vacation. Not to explore the other worlds, not to return breathless, feetless and out of mind…but to recharge my batteries...to take a break from grasping for the air, to jump off the emotional rollecoaster ride, I've been circling round and round...to snap my fingers and become myself...I’m thinking about how all that happened affected me. It must be a major deformation somewhere within. I’m trying to get interested in new things, new places, like before, when just a thought of getting somewhere I’ve never been before would bring me to excitement…I simply cannot see myself travelling the same way. Cannot find that special twitch that used to pull me out there…I’m just tired. And this is not just in physical sense.
So the time has come and I’ve got to that edge when my energy has to be refilled. And the place I choose might be just the right one for this purpose. I’m not going to spend my days walking, hiking, driving and riding various transporting things, not to see as much as I physically can, not to drop dead into bed after each day spent in hectic activities…instead – think – sandy beach, think – all year round sunshine, think – swimming pools, think – views of the ocean, think - quiet resort out of season…think – two weeks of doing nothing…literally. My “Little Piece of Heaven” will be Lanzarote, one of the Canary islands. And yes, I’m going there alone.
I'm having exactly what I stated - quality me-time. Just me...hmmmm...could be quite challenging, eh?..to be honest, I feel a bit scared, once committed not even to one, but to two weeks of “dead time”. What do you know, I can’t even do nothing when I’m at home! And I seriously worry that I might get sick of being lazy…or might go crazy and start to howl at the walls…LOL…I remember very well, on my travels when I did go on my own despite of so many exciting things I’ve seen, it was hard not to be able to share it with anyone…but hey, when I imagine a tranquil picture of the empty shore, ocean waves that I can watch for hours, a walk on the beach towards the sunset, a gentle breeze of Atlantic with a light taste of salt…I imagine being wrapped in a warm spell of a sun, daydreaming by the pool, peaceful evenings on the balcony…a drink or two in the bar, not very crowded with the seasonal tourists…well…imagine all that and take it further in your imagination, if you wish…and when I think of it in this way, I believe I can handle it…
So the time has come and I’ve got to that edge when my energy has to be refilled. And the place I choose might be just the right one for this purpose. I’m not going to spend my days walking, hiking, driving and riding various transporting things, not to see as much as I physically can, not to drop dead into bed after each day spent in hectic activities…instead – think – sandy beach, think – all year round sunshine, think – swimming pools, think – views of the ocean, think - quiet resort out of season…think – two weeks of doing nothing…literally. My “Little Piece of Heaven” will be Lanzarote, one of the Canary islands. And yes, I’m going there alone.
I'm having exactly what I stated - quality me-time. Just me...hmmmm...could be quite challenging, eh?..to be honest, I feel a bit scared, once committed not even to one, but to two weeks of “dead time”. What do you know, I can’t even do nothing when I’m at home! And I seriously worry that I might get sick of being lazy…or might go crazy and start to howl at the walls…LOL…I remember very well, on my travels when I did go on my own despite of so many exciting things I’ve seen, it was hard not to be able to share it with anyone…but hey, when I imagine a tranquil picture of the empty shore, ocean waves that I can watch for hours, a walk on the beach towards the sunset, a gentle breeze of Atlantic with a light taste of salt…I imagine being wrapped in a warm spell of a sun, daydreaming by the pool, peaceful evenings on the balcony…a drink or two in the bar, not very crowded with the seasonal tourists…well…imagine all that and take it further in your imagination, if you wish…and when I think of it in this way, I believe I can handle it…