Travelling

Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.

Only love can hurt like this.

Cum stii ca ai facut alegerea corecta? Te-ai trezit in fata unei situatii in care trebuia intr-un final sa alegi.  Ai ales! N-ai mai continuat sa-ti bati joc. Ai ales! Iar odata cu alegerea, viata ta parca a revenit la normal, nu mai jucai pe doua fronturi, colo si colo sa alergi, sa te imparti. Si traiesti...