Archive for category: RtWp01
Lately, I haven’t been posting here (time flies indeed). Mainly because I’m between Santiago and Valparaíso, with nothing really interesting to transmit. I’ve been printing some of the photographs in a big format (I’ll try to sell them) and writing some stuff.
I’ll be in Madrid from May the 26th, to July the 18th. And then back to Santiago. I guess I have to be there… though it’s expensive and not very appealing, it could be a good opportunity to finish the album (173.04).
Old faces, new situations, similar attitude. Nice memories, evenings with Diego, Daniel, Juande, Pablo. And meeting a positive Claudia, whose middle name is Andrea… a clue.
I hope it’s the last time I write something about this subject. I tend to be unnecessarily nostalgic and make these kind of distressful feelings prevail in the blog, when they are not that common as it may seem. As it’s not common the situation I’m currently into. I mean, at least for me, it only happened twice in this trip.
Let’s say that the sexual satisfaction while traveling is, at least, enough. But it’s radically different when talking about romance and fulfillment. It’s terrible. And it’s curious: some relationships raise as something easy, and the approach to them always has a known ending date. They are not just lust, but, from the beginning, you know that the link is not going to be deeper than the pure moments you share.
But in some rare occasions (twice in my case, as I wrote), a deeper feeling, that can be overwhelming, appears. I guess that that ‘feeling’ is pretty close to infatuation, but I reckon it has different connotations. It includes an impression of how it may be if it works. And that impression spoils everything. Why? The explanation is long to translate (please refer to the spanish version :D), I’m lazy and now… everything’s just part of the past -though I still agree with most of the points exposed. Anyway… I’ll work on that ‘later’.
Just to mumble ‘goodbye’. I reckon I won’t ever return to Easter Island. Infested with tourists like me, there are still some genuine things there.
My experience wouldn’t have been as special if I didn’t meet the people I met. Social relationships are, indeed, more important than the environment or the place.
Last days were specially intense and happy. 9 days evaporated. If sometime I return to Easter, I’m sure it won’t ever be the same. It can be better, can be worse, but never the same perspective… too many unique moments.