3 years of vacations; A compound of events of self-discovery, meeting interesting people and learning from others.

I’m about to have vacations again. I’m going to take about 4 weeks when I’m used to take up to 3 weeks away from work and I’ve only planned only 10% of the stuff I would like to do in this time when I used to plan almost the activities of every single day.

But this hasn’t been that way since forever, it all started 3 years ago when I ended a 10 year-lasting relationship. I took a decision, a risk, I should took long before (I’ll reserve the details but love was not there any more). When I finally did it, adrenaline and peace (yes, both of them) took control of my body and that way I had the first vacations in 26 years where I didn’t know what would happen the next day, the only sure thing was that after the free days, I had to come back to work again and wait from 6 to 12 month to take a few weeks of relax and adventure again.

The following events are not presented in chronological order, neither in relevance order, but all of them have been meaningful for me. Let me share’em with you.

I attended an international computer conference where I met a bunch of smart and interesting people, also my research on enterprise architectures was published. I love to be a nerd.

I met this Canadian couple who were passing the winter in south USA. They asked me lot of stuff about Venezuela, I only told’em the best you can find here and what I love about my country. Now they want to come.

I realized love can be gone and asked him please to leave.

I visited for the first time Island of Adventures and went to the Universal Horror Nights. Haven’t been on a roller-coaster before. It was awesome. The speed,the adrenaline. I repeated most of the rides.

Stayed at the sea the entire night, actually into the Caribbean waters with strangers talking about computer science, software engineering, love, dreams and sex.

I met my second boyfriend.

I lost the count of how many different Po’boys I ate.

I met a Canadian old lady whom I shared my table and had breakfast with me. She left her house and her now young adult girls to travel around the world. She used to do that with his husband but they’re now divorced. She continued doing solo what they both loved the most: travelling.

I felt in love again and a few days later it was the best sex I’ve had in my life.

I saw every single movie in charts, I went to the movies five days in a row and saw a new movie every two hours. Some in company with friends, some alone. Had the pleasure of watching movies during work hours and being the only person in the room.

For 3 weeks I had 2 hours gym sessions every day but Sundays and ran 5 kilometers every day but Mondays. Got in shape, felt healthier and I loved it.

I got promoted, twice the salary, new benefits and almost the same responsibilities. Awesome right?

Went to the islands of Morrocoy with some friends and their friends. Had rum, joy, laughing and relax.

Got to know a handsome friend of my friend who started texting to me almost every single day until we started dating. Every message made me feel this emotion sensation on my belly.

I met this gay couple at a gay bar. They saw me drinking alone and asked me to be between them and invited me a drink. I accepted. I started to talk with one of them about politics, science, computers, human rights, etc. During the talk, the other one apparently got mad and left the bar. The one who was talking with me paid another drink and left behind him.

Started to date a handsome guy every two days till we became boyfriends. After that, I saw him every single day and it felt comfortable.

I did cruising. Nerves and cum.

I had a road trip to Barquisimeto with a handsome guy and his nice. He realized he miss me. I confirmed him I missed him. We also realized we where not on the same page.

Took a plane to Margarita for 3 days, attended a professional event every day, had drinks and party with work friends every night, no sleep.

Took a road trip to Caracas by myself to attend a running event and causalities brought me the experience to revive for a few hours all the magic of a past relationship. You can actually forget everything for a few hours and take only the good stuff.

I took a road trip with my best male friend and his boyfriend to El Supí to attend my best female friend wedding. We where there for two days exploring the whole Falcon state. Sand, dessert, mountains, water. My country is beautiful.

I met and teamed for a few days a vegetarian Brazilian guy which I helped him with professional and tourism advice and he fed me with delicious veggie sandwiches.

I met a petite french girl who resulted was studying and traveling through the world in order to understand different cultures. She was about to take an internship at Unesco. I had a couple of drinks with her, she spoke to me in Spanish all the time.

It was the second January the first I did not spend with my best friend but with who I believed was the love of my live. As I said, I believed it.

I got to know Key West, New Orleans, South Beach, Fort Lauderdale.

Lost the scare of being alone and got happily drunk by 3 PM in Fort Lauderdale.

Felt in love with New Orleans, almost the same love I have with New York.

Got to understand the purpose of breakups and moving on in South Beach.

I had a date movie in a dangerous place and were the best kisses I’ve ever had.

I had a road trip to Barquisimeto with a handsome and hot guy. I realized he was actually interested on me.

I met my current boyfriend.

I met a long haired french guy who was visiting New Orleans and planned to take a trip to New York to met a girl he met on Tinder on a airport. I helped him to choose the right gift for her. He misunderstood a price of 20 grands with 20 bucks.

It was the first January the first I did not spend with my best friend but with somebody I met on the Internet and we did not click.

I met a skinny and tall Brazilian guy who had problems to walk but that is not and impediment to fuck as hell with every single girl he meets. Every night is a new girl. I was in a Jazz bar. He asked me for advice since he saw how girls treated me very kind. I just told him how I get to the boys but changing the word ‘boys’ with ‘girls’ instead.

During 4 days, I had a different and delicious meal every three hours from 7 am until midnight. I got happily fat in a week.

I met this old guy on a plane, a chiropractic. He started a conversation, he asked me where I was from, made some questions about my country and my life making excuses before every question. After about three hours of no stop talking, he admired my parents because he could tell by my expressions and my body language that I was well rised, rised with love. I felt weird, I talk little with my parents, but I do love’em more than anything.

To be continued… Or updated perhaps.

(There may be misspellings… I’ll fix’em later)