Moments you are not in my mind
I tell the sun
And all the beauty of this place
To be there for you
They are yours forever
While I am gone
Last week I was in Tulum, Mexico. I touched base with nature and earth. Only me, the infinitely desert beaches and some palm trees. Mornings arrive early in Tulum. At five in the morning, I already found myself lost in the blue sky, barefoot in the sand, following the curves of the horizon, listening to my usual music. Then, nights come early in Tulum. At eight in the evening, there were only me and the sound of waves.
In Tulum, I have learned to live with an empty mind and simplicity. Simplicity in my heart, simplicity in my smiles to the warmhearted people around me. I have learned to live in the dark of the night, with no electricity in my bungalow. I fell asleep sometimes thinking of you and surprisingly, most of the time not.
In this simple life my soul has found peace, more than usual. In this simple life, I have learned to not miss you. Not to be obsessed by your absence.
In Tulum of quietness, I have learned to miss you less in order to love you more. Like the waves, these feelings of missing you came abruptly, hit me strongly then go away as quickly as they could. Somehow predictable like when I was standing at the beach and waiting for the waves to come and get me. I swallowed these waves or they swallowed me. I did not know. The difference did not matter. Then again, things came back to normal. Calm and quiet. Like the mornings. Like the nights in Tulum. I have learned to write to you less than usual.
I have learned to miss you less than usual.
I was renewed.
In order to love you more
I am glad I discovered the blog suhailabjj.wordpress.com, a fresh and cute blog of a 22 years old SouthAfrican girl who is a kindergarten teacher, starts Jiujitsu in Phuket to get out of her comfort zone and who likes cupcakes. I am thankful that you shared her blog to me because when I read hers it brings me right to you. Without any efforts.
It reminds me of Phuket. Nai Harn beach, Kata beach, Phuket town and those nice bars with live music where you can ask the singer to sing your favorite song, those roundabouts with crazy traffic, the market and the food in the streets. And even Patong with its very bad reputation has its charm. I remember when I saw an italian restaurant with your name, and I went on scooter for an hour looking for it again to take a picture just to show it to you. I remember how I like so much the banana trees and the blue sky matching perfectly with the blue of the swimming pool. Life in Phuket, hectic in noise and dust but oh well, so cool and no pressure. Now when you tell me where you are, where you have been, I can picture your places because I have been there too. It is such a good thing you had chosen to be there.
Traveling makes us rich. You know it and I know it too. I am glad you could make this trip. And you are happy. Because seeing you happy is the most important thing for me. The distance seems nothing to me as long as we share what we live. As long as I can catch up with blogs such as the one of Suhaila.
This morning I am all about Phuket. I would not mind a bowl of rice and shrimps dipped in some delicious red curry sauce. I would not mind a “live” hello of yours or a smile telling me to take life easy, which I do.
The whole day
I aimed North
And ended up in South
I went East
To reach West
I was blind to directions
Uptown or downtown
Buildings after buildings
Where was I?
I walked and walked
I crossed town and bridges
Hours after hours
Exploring the city
I am only determined
To follow my heart
Running toward you
With no intentions
I love you
In no directions
In no blindness
I was a tourist in the new city
You cannot sleep at night when you are in your hometown.
You like to run when it is dark outside
You don’t take life too seriously
You love rain and thunderstorm
You don’t mind the bad weather
You like neat gardens but also when green grass grow wildly under your feet
Kids think you are one of them
You take coffee late at night and would like to sip it with me somehow
Apparently you look forward to seeing me
These are information about you
It should be enough for the moment
The rest I will find out by myself
I think you are pretty cool
I laugh a lot when I read your mails
I like the right tone of them
When I am with other people I write mails to you
But I think when I am with you, I won’t write to anybody else
I like your playlists
I look forward to seeing you too
These are information about me
It should be enough for the moment
The rest you will have to find out by yourself
To an unknown city
Standing by the dock
Strong wind pushing clouds far away
Four seasons in a few hours
Warehouses, brown-stone buildings transformed into lofts and trendy places
The port where I stand is still intact
Heart in normal condition
Pain under control
I haven’t thought of you once
Until this moment
Forty-eight hours without you in my mind
Is a record
Am I cured?
But I feel free
So free finally
Like the wind
Sweeping away in one blow all my troubles
Remain nevertheless memories
Anchored to my heart
Heavy and rusty old memories
Like the gigantesque imposing ships by the port
Decide not to move in spite of the wind
“I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself.” (What I talk about when I talk about running – Haruki Murakami)
I travel alone a lot. The last few days I was checking for a destination at Christmas. I finally chose Tulum in Mexico. Pictures of one of my friends had made me dream. I had never seen such beautiful pictures of beaches and palm trees. I was hypnotized by the colors of the island. I said to myself. This must be the place to relax, think, write and read. My aim is also to go for a yoga retreat. I imagine myself practicing yoga every morning in front of the ocean. Unlimited view and free spirit. But when I checked the websites of the hotels. Every single one has a “wedding” section. This place like a paradise is for honeymoons. Pictures of roses and couples in white running to the ocean, pictures of candle lights and delicious dishes and tables set for two, all on the websites.
First I said: “Damn”. Then I imagine myself in the paradise decor with couples around me, newly weds. Every morning at breakfast. Every night at dinner. This is definitely something to think over before booking the ticket. Not the bugs, not the mosquitos, not the poor Internet connection on the island. The couples everywhere on the island is to be considered. Will I be ok and not frustrated? I think I will be fine. Being surrounded by couples still in love never depresses me. Instead it will give me joy and belief in something I completely lost faith. If I feel their harmony I will like it. If at breakfast they already don’t have anything to say to each other, if they look unhappy, if their faces are sad with no smiles, then I will feel relieved being alone and by myself. Either way I am good.
I am the kind of person who can easily be alone and not be sad, because I never feel pity for myself.
Of course I could also choose a destination where family and friends can welcome me. Vietnam, Thailand would be an easy choice. But traveling alone has its own delicious and particular taste and it always seems more tempting to me.
And then, it seems like these beautiful pictures dance in front of my eyes and whisper: “Come, come, come!”.
Tulum seems waiting for me already. And I am ready for Tulum too.