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Another post in a path that leads me somewhere, no clue where exactly. But it feels good, darn good. Really, I so much enjoy the way the longer I go.
And I don’t know why. Looking back I recall the posts I came along. And I'm happy to be where I am today.
There were times when I enjoyed challenging myself, aiming high, testing my limits. Today it's different.
I returned from a trip to Brazil and brought tons of wonderful Brazilian music and registered in Tel Aviv university to learn Portuguese.
Don't get me wrong: I'm far from becoming a housewife, I'm just much more content.
And when Youval and I aim the really big surf exploding by Sao Francisco river, I'm much more peaceful.
The moment I finally land I notice the clouds floating in the skies and I take a canned tuna off the kayak, and I enjoy every bit of it. Sounds stupid, I know.
The day after we sit with some Brazilian family, the woman cooks for us.
The house is so simple, there's just a small TV set that shows the never-ending telenovela, after two weeks of travelling I can already recognize the opening sound of it.
The woman cooks so much food for us and here we sit and eat. Everyone laughs at us, the two freaks travelling by the kayak.
The woman prepares a thermos of coffee, adds a pack of waffles and meanwhile the two daughters of her rush to collect the plates from the table.
One of the girls is about seventeen, she blushes each time she passes us. Funny and touching.
At the end we offer money for the food, but the woman refuses to hear about any payment. "De coração", she says, which means "From the heart".
And I feel happy being among these wonderful simple people, reaching them by kayak, and later on - when it breaks - continue wandering and enjoying. We ride horses, we eat and we drink cachaça, we smoke some unidentified stuff, we dance and laugh together. We are invited to the houses poor and rich, so different all, just like the people themselves. Fishermen, musicians, engineers, factory workers, managers, ... The coração is always open, the farther we go the wider. We talk to these people in our ridiculous Portuguese, but nevertheless everyone understands us. Simple things, yet so joyful! And the world around keeps on progressing somewhere. Once it seemed right to me. Later on I started questioning about the direction. Today I wonder whether we need to go anywhere? In the kitchen of that woman it feels just right, especially with the coffee and the waffles. But... To get it you probably must depart. At least me. And that's exactly what I did so far. Tasmania, Ireland, Fiordland, many other countries. Long way, plenty of paddling strokes, plenty of books and movies and thoughts, but without all that I'd probably miss the taste of the waffles today. Misha Hoichman () |