Monday, August 26, 2013

So far so good

"Paddle,Paddle, Paddle...here you go!!" - those sweetest words on saturday afternoon and the sensation of taking my first waves without anyone pushing or holding the board are  overwhelming. Oh, those moments when your eyes are a size of a 5 peso coin, you've been thrown in and out, have drinken couple of liters of salty water, have some  bruises already but you still want to go in and try to take one more wave, because it's damn worth it.

It surprizes me so much to hear tourists saying: "wow, you speak 3 languages, don't you wanna go to Moscow and get a good job there?". Get a "good job" to spend 3 hours a day on the way to work and get only 28 days a year to travel and see the ocean? No, thanks, i'll pass.

I feel like the week is a month long here, just because there are so many events that simply wouldn't fit in one blogpost. What to write about - a local sauna with shaman ritual or a helicopter ride over the islands? Or maybe about the night spent on the beach watching stars and weird flying objects? Or about the rain approaching Cancun and the most wonderful beach in the area turning competely dark in 5 minutes? Or about riding ziplines and offroad buggies as part of the job? I feel like it's just the beginning and the list will be only growing, at least for the next couple of months.

"Do what you like like what you do" - that phrase does make sence and i wish all the people who are still sitting in the office hating their job and saying "oh, i wish i could do the same, but..." would take the "but" out of the vocabulary.


Wednesday, August 7, 2013

little things

Little rainbow in the shower from the sun shining through the bathroom window makes my morning. That's it - the last day here and time to move to a new appartment, the start of something new again.
Our new home is empty - just the fridge, the stove and some kitchen shelves.  The move starts with hitch hiking the 55 year old car that is moving on 30 km per hour speed,collecting old things that people intend to though away. Task number one - check, our matress that fits in no other car is delivered up to the doors.
A lillte shopping, some green here, some blue there, cleaning up and it already looks alive.  The second night finishes with the undercover trasportation of and old pallet from wallmart backyard  at around 11 p.m. with the help of a guy who randomly stopped his bike in the middle of the night just to help us out(and yeah, of course he adores Chaikovsky and other russian classic musicians).
That's incredible how some places send people your way, people that kind of guide you, take you to the right path, give you the knowledge you need. It's like the flow is back, the flow of events, conversations, encounters. I still can't fully grasp the contrast of the things happening to me here- like getting in the bus that almost doesnt have any doors on my way to work, and tadadam-  getting back home on the caddilac. I still can't understand why so many people at work are complaining, come on - where in Russia could you go at night on the beach and see huge sea turtles laying their eggs, or have a coffee break watching the sunset over the sea on the way to the hotel transfer?

There are so many little things out there that remind us that life is a pretty cool thing, but seeing them or not is the choice we make.  What is your choice? What are the little things that make you happy?


P.S.  Just had a little insight a couple of days ago


"Libra () is one of the twelve astrological signs in the Zodiac". 
"Libre /ˈlbrə/ is a loan word in English borrowed from French. As it does in that language, "libre" in English denotes "the state of being free", as in "having freedom" or "liberty"."

Seems like there is a connection out there ;)