“So how was your trip?” a friend asked. I answered directly, “It was perfect.” Without any doubt or hesitation.
Does that sound too positive? Perhaps. Nevertheless, that is how I feel about the trip. I will not talk details here. But just to give you an idea.
It was only a short trip. About five days four nights. A one and a half hour flight which I have taken many times. But this time, it feels different.
It was the right time. To chill. To get away for a bit.
It was the right balance between time alone, time with books, and time with friends. I did not realize how long it has been since I last traveled alone. I did not realize how much I have missed it.
It was the right mix of friends. Those whom I hold so dear to me. Those whom I have not seen for quite some time. Those with whom I can be my relaxed and open self.
It was the right place to stay. The apartment of an old friend. One of my dearest friends who has watched me—who has allowed me to— grow to be what I am today. I could not have picked a better place to stay for this trip.
It was the right activities. Chilling out at the apartment. Chatting with friends. Having lunch, dinner, and coffee. (some work-related deadlines and not-so-work-related emails). Watching cartoon on TV. Getting therapies. Hablando con mis amigas españolas. Learning about the therapy. People-spotting. Doing nothing. Shopping. More chatting. Glaring. Reading books. Oh and walking. That’s a nice one. Long slow strolls.
I am back now. Bring it on!
ps: remind me to post some pictures here.