Sagres Setembro 2011

Back in Sagres!

Bon dia!

Yes, once again hitting the Southwestern european corner...Needless to say, a pleasure being here...I shouldn´t write that much today as for the video it´s very clear by itself regarding the impressions, feelings....Regardless of how many times, the people I came here with previously, still keeps that magic touch..It´s never the same, and it always has to be better...

A few images in my mind, some of them from the past, and many more from this weekend: driving in pitch dark with itchy eyes (whilst Simon slept!!!); stopping by for breakfast in one of those "inland paralell planets"; paddling in Praia do Amado in a mind blowing landscape; contemplating that surfer girl with a longboard riding a beautiful green wave; that absolutely amazing sunset from Cape Saint VIncent...A whale of a time definitely...

We never know what future holds in store for us, but one thing is for certain, my feet will step on the blessed golden portuguese sand...


There are only two colours in my head...


Love and Surfing.

Fiesta en el Ático E

Prometo prometer seguir sin entender nada mientras las explicaciones sigan siendo etéreas....¿Alguien toma Strongbow? ¿Captain Morgan con Ginger y limas?...

Penthouse Party

Well, due to technical obstacles,I just couldn´t upload the earlier mentioned videos..I, once again, apologize for the inconveniences...


See ya very very soon!

Back and forth!

Well, guys this has hapenned in such an unexpected way that I´ve seen myself "forced" to make a new comment and video...I guess this is very much related to the vanity...Anywhow, I do have a Penthouse right in front of the beach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I want to invite you all to a party next Saturday (September 10)....You are all more than welcome, even if you would never consider to come....Besides that, new trips on mind, not far off...As usual, stay tuned folks!

Fall in those single file lines like army ants...Fall on into those single file lines, and complete the plan

PS1: Does anybody knows how the story really goes?

Acknowledgements, crucial thanks....

Certainly, sometimes the tongue struggles to find the words to express gratitude and say a simple "Thanks a lot"..Well, I do not want to beat around the bush, at least not today. I just want to mention some people that, in it´s own and unique way,helped me out to experience this unforgettable journey through three different continents in search of joy and peace of mind.

Oki doki, to start off, my lovely Armada back in Florida, I´ll use my "American" Hey guys, you rock!!! Special mention to my best flatmate ever, you know who you are, Thanks Jeff for selling my car without those lovely dollars I wouldn´t have been able to buy my ticket with Air Asia (avoid it if you can, otherwise, get some pills but do not overdose before you land in "Paradise")...Enjoy the second season even if I am not there,as I might appear really sooner than expected, lol!!!

My best friends in "Micromundo", without you I am almost nothing, and you know that indeed.. After many years, back and forth, I only seem to set firm ground when I´m around you...Besides the fact that everytime I become "homeless" you provide me with shelter and food, jaja! In the coming months you´ll have to put up with me ...

My fellow travellers in Indo and Australia: Jan, Marko, Paco, Tomás and Simon..You made me laugh at all times, sharing little moments: Breakfast at Cozy Beach, riding in the Grand Prix of Bali, surviving the "island threats" (mosquitos, monkeys, dirty water, transport, mec mec, lady boys, unfriendly sharp reefs...)learning beyond the expected, and fullfilling my backpack with precious memories...

I also would like to give credit to those who followed the blog on a steady basis, adding comments and giving flavour to the site: Nina Marmota,Dingo,Lok, Paula...


Apparently, this is the end of the trip as I must reset my mind, so from now on, I guess there will be not be more posts until I recover my wings, but that´ll be another story with different characters and settings...

Thanks a million for sharing part of yourselves with me.

Love and Surfing!

PS1: "If I had eyes on the back of my head I would have told how good you looked as I walked away ..More of this or less of this, or is there any difference? Or are we holding onto things that we don´t have anymore?

PS2: Let the Gods smile to us for a little longer...

27

Days have passed by and I do find myself sort of puzzled by some of the facts that have occured lately...

27 days travelling to end up in such an unexpected location....I might say the end is here....

If you had paid attention closely, you would have known about the special devotion to some numbers.... Here you are the number 27, one of a kind, uneven, precious by itself... It is a lifetime landmark and I am very much alive....After landing in the place where, supposedly, I have to be, I walked towards a vending machine: chocalates, soft drinks, nothing unusual...swiftly I decide what I really want: wait a sec, the numbers: I have to press 14 and 41....It makes me think it was a random choice....or not? Then effortlessly, I work it out in my mind: 41 minus 14: 27!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Three days walking as much as a human being can walk, given the circumstances,in Paris...Un petit dejeneur (lame in comparison with a pequenho almoco), right after that, having a look outside: overcast, light breeze..I am fully determined to complete my task...Direction to that famous cemetery where some paramount characters are buried: Moliere, Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison, French politicians, artists and some other relevant creatures...When the hands started to feel that uneasy and uncomfortable alongside a lack of order in searching I talk to myself: "I don´t want ot be here, I just came because everyone else´s does..Get out now"....Roaming around unknown neighborhoods, enjoying the architecture and the human landscape...Jardins de Luxembourg...Un the noir avec un peu de lait si´l vous plait" I never got the milk!....

Quick shower, it is time to get to the "place".. at some point the hidden reason to come to this monumental city...In this trip, being spontaneous has been one of the keys....Thousands gathering in the tube stations,the journey takes nearly an hour: Pont de St Cloud: Rock en Seine 11....The weather plays dumb with us: showers, shiny bits of blue sky, showers...Food and drink kiosks, merchandise all over the stages...I have several looks on my concerts program: All right, first I am going to this stage, after I move over there...A few minutes after eight plays this band I am curious about to see..Cocor...Too weird, kind of unsettles me, in spite of that I remain standing some bloody drunk teenagers (how much do they smoke!)...As a magnet thing, I get attracted to an Asian food kiosk, what an irony, I just came from there and suddenly I realize how much this trip has changed something in the inside.. Mmm tasty meal....I choose to choose even though I wasn´t given a chance in that matter.."Love myself better than you I know it´s wrong what else should I do"

As the sun goes down, the crowds gather as close as desired to the main stage, one the biggest names are about to start, and as in some other countless ocassions, I remind about someone: Hey Josh, your favourite band: Interpol!!!! Remember: "Dixie Rosa", jaja....

Too many hours standing, my back hurts, my mind rules my heart: Everything in its right place....

I quite remember one specific topic: connection dots, and that is absolutely related to our acts and decisions...One Gods forsaken piece of land in the most southwestern tip of this continent....On the contrary, up in the North, some playful and non existent monkeys motion slowly to the lights of the Library to stare at the pictures: Ladies and Gentleman: Los Monos del Artico...Thanks a lot for not trying....

I´m going back to 505 if it´s a 7 hour flight or 45 minutes drive, in my imagination you re waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs....


27 b....