St Patrick’s day in Ireland

St Patrick's day in Ireland

Well, well…
I found some green clothes and I changed my hair colour to some really strong hair to force the Irish stereotype, also I got some beers. Some! To celebrate what should be the most traditional and well-known celebration in Ireland. And well, it worth it.
I spent the whole day with my friends drinking and partying for something that we didn’t know actually. Firstly, Paddy’s day is not that big parade for the Irish people as we use to think. Most of my Irish friends went back to their homes to stay with their families, most of them also don’t like the Dublin’s mess. But the leprechauns were everywhere.

But Paddy’s day made me realize one thing: my time here. I’ve been out of my own country for seven months (and probably gonna be for 2 or more) so I just realized what I’ve done. I made incredible friends, I got some really good alcoholic resistance and I also had said more goodbyes than I wanted.

So what I’ve celebrated in St Patrick’s day was all the good things that Ireland brought to me. All the friends, all the days of fun and totally out of any preoccupation. Just doing what I wanted and being happy with what I have.

What Paddy’s day means to me now – despite some really green clothes, a strong orange hair colour and hangover – is the summer of my life. The strong and loyal happiness that I’ve build and – with the Irish luck – I might keep it.

Thank you, Patrick. Thank you Ireland for changing my life.

New and old package.

There was nothing else to do but wait. Wait for the train and for what should come after that. Wait for the flight, for the bus and then for the new life. While waiting she turned on the cellphone, it was off since she left home so there was no need to see all the same posts again. But as I said before, there was nothing else to do.

The internet was on and she could read all the updates on facebook about people’s life. Another common thing that you can not run away anymore. All you need is internet to know that your aunt is on a new diet. Nothing important she checked, nothing but people editing their lives to any person who can reads. Turned off, it was a new phase, maybe one without social network, but let’s be honest who can actually live without it nowadays? Especially when you are going far away from what you know. Everybody was editing, she would probably do the same. She wouldn’t post about how lonely was to wait for the train, but people would definitely see how amazing was the new city ahead.

The idea of changing his life was still there. But can you actually do that? Can you actually just take the train and change everything? Well, the answer in most of the cases is: no. You can’t. You’re gonna to watch yourself watching some stuff on internet while you try to rebuild what you was used to. And then you can realize it will always be with you, even when you change everything else. But by the end of the day, in the boredom of the station, this is not a bad thing. She laugh, her mother was just sending pictures of her brother sleeping.

The train came, the phone was off again – it would be a good thing for someone who was always addicted to networks -. A book still a better company for a trip than a iPhone. When she got in there was nothing else to worry about. The good things were in the package and the bad ones left behind somewhere else. Like an old cliché.

You always get the feeling that something might be wrong when you leave a place, even when you don’t have actually sure what else is ahead. But this feeling is older than we all think and it is universal. You can see it in the eyes of those who are always leaving and in the eyes of those who never left. The fears and the doubts are all the same, it might change the address once or twice, but when you leave some of them behind, be sure you will find a whole package full of new ones when you arrive at the destination. But again, that’s not a bad thing, it wasn’t for the one waiting for the train, it wouldn’t be for you.

In life, all that we do is replace the old package for a new one. Sometimes you don’t even need to take a train to do it, sometimes you just need to turn off the cellphone for a while.

Making friends again

I can’t say I was unfriendly but for last five years (before leave my hometown) I was with the same friends, I didn’t actually talk to new people, only for daily stuff as college or work. I was use to the same people, the same old and good friends and I actually thought I didn’t have to make new ones or even talk and try to. 

But when I decided to go abroad and leave the routine behind and realized that not talking to new people – and when I say talk I mean really try to get to know them – was forcing me to go even deeper on my own routine. And well, the boredom from this routine was one of the reasons of my dissatisfaction. So when you go abroad you are forced to try to make new friends somehow – maybe for your own nature or maybe for the whole social thing – it is easier to get close to people at least for the beginning. 

So now I can say I have more people who I’m always talking to than before, even I’m living here only for six months, of course only a few of them are actually close friends but when I say “making friends” it isn’t only about those who you know everything about it, it’s also about those people who sometimes invites you for dinner or a drink. 

What I realized from now it’s that people are as effective as cities when you really want to change your reality. You don’t actually need a new place to change, you just need a new subject to talk sometimes and this kind of thing you can find easily. You just have to look in the corner, be kind with somebody, ask how as the day and smile. It is not that hard, communication it is not that hard, the huge problem is that we make ourselves unable to trust and listen to others and when you open your mind for this you can communicate and get to know people even in languages that you are not fluent in.

 

 

 

I wish now only to be on my own armchair

So the name of this blog is related to The hobbit, also some of the posts. All of this probably because I really like bilbo baggins as a character and since I’m as much reader as traveller I
thought it was a great idea putting both together.

So what’s with the armchair? Now after 10 days traveling I came back to my second home (which is really far from my actually hometown) and I really felt like I needed some break. But break from a break?

Kind of. I came back, I slept on my own bed, I cooked my dinner and by the end of the day I watched some of my favorite movies. Well, the feeling was with me. Something weird about my Baggins side getting stronger and making me stay at home.

After 7 months away I got tired, enough to call home and talk to my grandmom. Enough to re-watch supernatural. But then I opened the computer and I saw my photographs. And I realized I needed more.

I started to plan my third eurotrip while I was in my armchair. The feeling came back even when I was really tired from the last one.

My Baggins was fighting with my Took side again. But both were making me as happy as somebody could be.
I’m as happy here as I was traveling. It’s like I needed both to survive, like I was learning how to control and plan both while building my own story.
So please, let’s do it again.

Give me my books, good food for a while and with time I will probably be able to just escape again to another adventure.

Plans for the Eurotrip III

Where are the plans for the first parts? I began a semester ago and already made both trips. Definitely I’m gonna talk about this later, but now sitting in some kind of Jewish coffee shop in Budapest, I decided to talk about my third big euro trip. (It’s not that big actually)

The plan is nothing but Italy and Greece, places where I have always wanted to be but it takes a while to plan (and have money for it). Even so now It might be coming to true in the second half of April. And you can definitely follow me (and joy) in one of my adventures and probably one of the last ones (for now) in Europe.

So let’s go to Rome, Venice, Milano, Pisa l, Athens and more! And believe me, it’s not impossible to follow and go to the places of your dreams. Of course, you need some patient (and money) for this, but it’s not impossible.

That’s why I’m asking you to joy me in the plans, maybe it can helps you to do your own. Maybe we can even meet each other around this world.

We never thought about that.

Sitting in a pub with a friend in Budapest. He isn’t not from here, the guy came from our city one month ago. He is about to do the same thing I did last semester.

We are leaving (we were) everything behind to try something new. Seven months ago I couldn’t imagine it would be this way. Seven months ago he couldn’t imagine the same. He just told me he would never think about leaving the country before get the degree. And even so here we are drinking a good beer and talking about how different our lives are. And how different everything will be now.

We changed everything and there is no way to come back. We will not be the same, we are not the same now. It’s not the same subject. One year ago we wouldn’t look, think or be this way. One year ago and we wouldn’t imagine we would be here in the opposite side of the world.

This is not a interesting post, it’s more about how different I’m feeling right now and how happy I am to see I’m not the only one from home who is doing the same. Sometimes I’m really good doing everything by myself, but also it’s really amazing to share the experience.

All my love

I was never the kind of person who actually talks about love. Not with my mother, brother or any boyfriend or whatever. I was never actually kind or lovely, I was always complaining or looking for the bad sad. This wasn’t bad, as matter of fact I was really good at it and satisfied.

But I’m also a big fan of happiness. I’ve Always followed what I wanted for me and what it should be. When I realized traveling was my favorite thing I made all the plans for it. When I discovered my love and my wishes I also found the love that I have for everything else.

I love my family, despite all the ridiculous stuff that we have and that I have always wanted to run away from them. But I love them, I love every single moment with them. Everything that made me be who I am. I love them but I think I have never actually said it before. Especially to my grandmother, she is probably my favorite person in this world and I miss her smell. And her eyes. I think I will never be able to forget her eyes.

I love my books. An old passion. An old love. I never lied about this and most of the people close to me knows. I love learn, I might be lazy for studying but I love learn. I love have something different to tell.

I love my hometown, despite all the problems and all the people that I have always said that I hate. I still hating a lot of stuff there but I love the warmness and the blue sky. I love how simple everything can be when you just come back to the place you come from.

I love my old friends. All their names and faces come to my mind everyday. It breaks my heart knowing I’m gonna miss them way more. But I love all the moments that we had, all the laughs and how they used to make me feel so special, important.

I love creativity. I love when people made something good from a boring thing or when you can just have an amazing time with nothing but good jokes.

I love every place I have been to. I love the cold and the rain, the sun and the sky. I love snow (but I also hate it). I have everything inside me, in some kind of strange memory that builds and rebuilds myself everyday. I love the different persons that I am.

And finally I love the different persons that I met. Every one of them. But I hate the goodbyes, it breaks my heart every time. But I love the fact I have something of them with me as I have the cities and the days. As I have myself.

Somehow in the middle of all of this I learned how to love people, how to keep love and look for the peace inside myself. It’s not completely done, I can feel the old one coming sometimes, but it’s way better than before.

I love feeling the love instead of the indifference. Knowing that life can be good as long as you look for it. and I hope someday you can also be able to do it.

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