One perfect Sunday morning, about a year and a half ago, my dear friend Maike and I were enjoying another lazy day at São Pedro beach. Our private paradise. It was our favorite place to come for a weekend.
We liked to swim some meters deeper into the ocean, where the waves wouldn’t break anymore and we could peacefully drift on the surface, our legs and arms stretched like starfish. We would gaze into the blue sky and envy ourselves: how lucky were we! Many people have to wait for holidays, pay big bucks and travel far away from home to get to places like this, and we could enjoy it any weekend, half an hour ride from home.
Then we had this conversation about the future. Maike asked me if I could picture myself living all my life in Santos. I said no, and I actually didn’t know why. Life in Santos was nice and cozy, and I didn’t have yet any particular place on my mind, where I would like to move, but somehow I felt that I wouldn’t stay there for much longer. I told her, in a couple of years I would probably be somewhere else already, in a place which would be even more beautiful than that, and my life would be very different from the one I had in Santos.
And now I am here, in Jeri, sitting at the garden of our own hotel, 100 meters from the beach, and thinking – now all the pieces of the puzzle came together!
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