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A surpresa chamada Miami

Quando as portas se começaram a abrir para esta viagem, faz agora mais ou menos um ano, pensámos visitar 30 países para celebrar os nossos 30 anos. Um simbolismo que rapidamente desapareceu porque ficar mais ou menos 12 dias em cada país pareceu-nos impossível.
Vamos fazer uma viagem para ver as maiores cascatas do mundo, dizia o Will, ou os maiores prédios! Vamos ver as 7 maravilhas do mundo! Vamos aos cinco continentes! As ideias continuavam a surgir. Vamos! Vamos!

A decisão não chegou até Outubro, mais ou menos, quando finalmente depois de horas e horas de conversa, depois de horas de pesquisa, depois de várias sessões de mapa e computador nas mãos, depois de mil perguntas sem resposta, Quando vão? Onde começam? A que países vão?, depois de umas outras mil decisões...chegamos a um roteiro. 

Este roteiro foi feito com base em várias, várias coisas, mas nem foi temático nem simbólico, foi o que achamos mais realista e aquele que melhor se encaixava nas nossas preferências: ser a primeira vez a visitar o país, estarmos no país na melhor estação do ano, haver facilidade em obter o visto (ou nem ser preciso um), a facilidade de viajar para esse país posteriormente, os custos de vida, etc. 

Os Estados Unidos da América não se encaixavam nos parâmetros daquele nosso Plano-Perfeito, e como tal, não faziam parte da lista. Duas conversas com o Daniel bastaram para alterarmos, outra vez, o roteiro. Um viva à flexibilidade!!! Quem é o Daniel?! Ele é o representante da AirTreks, uma agência especializada em viagens, e ajudou-nos bastante a decidir. Agora, com a distância, faz todo o sentido - estaríamos a atravessar o Pacífico, vindos da Coreia do Sul, e queríamos chegar à Guatemala - com preços super competitivos e com a geografia a ajudar os EUA só tinham vantagens. Foi com o Daniel que comprámos os voos para os primeiros 6 meses da viagem. Ele deu-nos dicas, encontrou-nos os melhores preços, contou-nos as suas histórias e sonhos. É a ele que contactamos sempre que temos uma dúvida ou precisamos de um conselho sobre voos. Provavelmente sem a AirTreks tínhamos pago muito mais pelas viagens e não teríamos optimizado tanto a viagem. 

Okay, EUA, vamos ficar uma semana. E eu nem imaginava como ia ser marcante esta semana. Entrámos por LA e depois seguimos para Miami. 

O meu historial familiar de emigração não é imenso, mas existe e é particularmente marcante para mim. Geração após geração, alguns foram saindo para o Brasil, França ou Venezuela, outros foram regressando a Portugal anos e anos depois. Alguns no entanto ainda continuam a luta fora do porto-seguro. E foi na quente, húmida e latina Miami que fui encontrar uma parte dessa família, a prima Betinha e a sua maravilhosa família - o Carlos, o Manuel e a Valentina. 

Prima em segundo grau pelo lado paterno (e como aprendi também há sangue comum pelo lado materno) a prima Betinha já é da geração que nasceu fora de Portugal, porque os pais emigraram para a Venezuela ainda jovens e aventureiros. A seguir as raízes em 2010 também eles decidiram sair, vencer o medo do desconhecido e trabalhar duro para encontrar novas oportunidades.

Ao chegarmos, depois de 24h de viagem, umas 4h de descanso e um jetlag mais gigante que a nossa viagem total, os sorrisos e a energia não enganavam - estávamos em boas mãos. Os dias que se seguiram foram de incomparável conforto, relaxamento e de muito, muito amor. Beijos de boa noite, abraços de olá, telefonemas de o que levamos para o jantar, bilhetes de obrigada. À mesa conversámos sobre tudo um pouco, família, trabalho, sonhos, vistos, desafios, loucuras. No carro a caminho de Key West (a nossa viagem de 6 num carro) mais conserva, gargalhadas e carinho. Foi para eles que cozinhamos pela primeira vez depois de 4 meses de viagem (que alívio que aparentemente não desaprendemos!). Aqueles dias foram como se tivéssemos em casa, a viver em família. E foi tão bom! E foi tão especial! 

Miami foi importante para pararmos e descansarmos, apesar da adaptação necessária ao clima tropical e às temperaturas elevadas. Tivemos tempo para espreitar o Parque Everglades e a praia, a cidade, e claro, a ponta mais Sul dos EUA, Key West: Tudo o que procurávamos quando definimos os nossos parâmetros para esta viagem. 

Mas o que eu nem imaginava, planeava ou sequer esperava era que Miami me tivesse permitido criar laços com uma parte da família que nunca tinha conseguido conhecer bem. Mas foi assim que aquela cidade, se tornou para mim, quase sem querer, um ponto muito querido do nosso roteiro e da nossa viagem.

Não duvides do Universo, Diana. Como podes tu duvidar? Os Estados Unidos tinham de fazer parte desta viagem - ouvi-me dizer enquanto dava mais um abraço de obrigado e me despedia daqueles fantásticos 4. Até um dia!

If you don't understand Portuguese, you can use the translate option on the right, or just check these pictures out. Enjoy!!!
Key West = US 0 mile
Downtown Miami
Miami bay
Miami bay
Everglades National Park (ugly) turtle
Will's favs 
Yes, that's an alligator
Key West = 90 miles away from Cuba
Key West fishermen :)
Find Willy
#Venezuela
Sunny Betinha
Sunny brothers
jantar luso-brasileiro em Miami <3
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the first last day

5 and half years after,12 notebooks after, many many many many but many emails after, some other many-many conference calls after, my first run after, experiences for life after...

Yesterday was my last day at Nike. 

One side of myself is extremely sad, i will miss it - the vibe, the relaxed work environment, the gym classes, the brown big table, the green small tables, the big windows aside my desk, the coffee machine sound coming from the kitchen, the employee store, the first sample sale craziness, the dutch jokes (oh well maybe not this one...), the Nike night bus (nope, also not going to miss this one), the smell of fresh cut grass,  the people I met.

The other side of myself is extremely happy, I will always remember it - I did my first interview without being completely sure I wanted it, but this was my first real job/second home and I enjoyed it as much as I could! I met amazing people, I exceeded my own expectations and I managed to experience soooo many cool things.

last selfie
I was sad and happy on my last day at Nike. The duality I felt, and I still feel a bit, makes me strange, weird, confused, tired. I kept thinking "How bizarre are these feelings?!"

I will have many other last days. This first last one though, will always be somewhere stored, saved, remembered as part of myself.

Au revoir. 


is this still happening? Hell yes!!!!

it's been a month...and then another one...i didn't manage to come and write, express, free up my ideas - i simply did not have time...

I look back and i wonder what happened in the meantime:
- i talked with my manager about my crazy ideas, her jaw dropped
- we went to Portugal for a little over a week, i cried and smiled in healthy portions
- we told my family that we are getting married, they were super happy
- we told my family that we are travelling the world, they got confused
- we did some serious travelling, more than +2k km
- i got to know the extra costs to keep an unpaid leave
- i decided i will resign and not request unpaid leave, my manager got for the second time a jaw drop
- i packed all our crap and went to a flea market, did 150eur in 1 long, super long day
- our friends moved in our house

- i agreed with my manager that m y last day at Nike will be on 12/12, she doesn't get jaw dropped face anymore but i still get nervous whenever i talk about it.















- we sold our car
- we bought our tickets to Portugal with return flight to the 1st of February 2015
- we sent stuff to Portugal and the stuff arrived safe & sound
- we BOUGHT our first 6 months of flight tickets, my jaw dropped of excitement after so long to get this one done...

- My manager announced it today, and i blushed because of the freedom feeling i never ever felt before.


This is another big day in the road to making THIS happen...

Let's Fly



"Somos assim. 
Sonhamos o voo, mas tememos a altura. Para voar é preciso ter coragem para enfrentar o terror do vazio. Porque é só no vazio que o voo acontece. 
O vazio é o espaço da liberdade, a ausência de certezas. Mas é isso que tememos: o não ter certezas. 
i can't translate these sentences...they are too good for me. Be a bird and Fly!
Por isso trocamos o voo por gaiolas. As gaiolas são o lugar onde as certezas moram."

Rubem Alves

The Things that We Carry for our Lives

I got a tattoo! Or should I express myself more clearly, I payed someone to mutilate my epiderme with striking fast mechanical needles that inject a black oily ink in my dermi and as it goes in, blood comes out. Liters. I never thought I would experience pain in other levels since it usually just hurts. I got plenty of time coping with it: I relaxed all my muscles and let it dissolve in my body, sometimes I tried the opposite and contract all my muscles and concentrate the feeling at precisely the needle point and nothing else, other times I just relied on my phone to distract me, listen to the chit-chat of the other customers and their own pain, I even caught myself humming to the sound of the machine in some kind of escapism trance. I hope nobody saw that last part tough.

After two hours of this intense mental effort, two short smoke breaks and two chocolates for lunch, it was done. It was beautiful and it's first picture was on the social media. The adrenaline afterwards was also skyhigh! I was so hyped, so alive, I was walking everywhere in the streets of Amsterdam! Eventually it wore off and it was replaced by exhaustion and a sunburn sensation drawn on my leg. I collapsed and slept like a rock on the train back home.

Now I'll carry this drawing, proudly with me, and all it represents, for life. A drawing that is at the same time much more than what people think but also much less. Now, after the deed is done, I realise that it is two things at the same time: It is just another funky drawing in just another skinny leg. But it also portraits some part of me, now in form of graphics in my flesh. If anyone is interested enough, I promise it's a worthy subject. Specially if I feel inspired by telling the whole story.


There are many things we carry for our lives and like it or not they make us who we are. It defines us, put boundaries, describes, make us truly unique and make us connect to each other. Most of the time we can't even decide by our selves what to carry and not. Life just makes us carry it. Part of what I carry is now represented as a tattoo and somehow, it feels the burden is a bit lighter to carry.

Butterfly Party

Adrenaline rushes through my body. My thoughts are bit fuzzy, my mouth seems dryer and butterflies are making a party in my stomach. I can't prevent my facial muscles of carving a huge smile for hours. What a terrifying joy! 

What I just described is, for me, the clear indication that I'm heading out of my comfort zone, to magic, to the unknown, to life.

I always think that lucky are the people who have the opportunity to take the least taken path, that can spend time in the longer arduous road. And that brave are the ones that seize the opportunities and if they are not lucky, they don't bother and just make opportunities. Many people are not lucky enough to come across opportunities and when they do, they don't have the guts to seize it. But no judgements from my part since I'm also, most of the time, not lucky and neither brave enough. I love my comfort zone and stay on it for most of my existence. Only once in a while I jump out of it.

Living with a partner? Then it's even harder because, the way I see it, there's "my comfort zone", "your comfort zone" and "our comfort zone". So I have to jump out of mine, push her out of hers and together we jump out of ours. It's actually a quite special feeling when we help each other go out of our own individual comfort zones. We learn so much about ourselves and each other: what we like, our fears, what's easy and what's hard. Sharing this experience with the love of my life is actually the best part and something totally new to me.

Our Comfort Zone and Where the Magic happens

Who said that "Timing is everything" was absolutely right. Specially regarding big changes since "Now it's not the right time" is one of the most common reasons, or excuses, to avoid doing anything. Like any other complex subject, timing has many layers, is dynamic and interconnected. I guess this is the part which lucky really plays a big role. Life tends to be quite predictable, cyclical, while in the comfort zone so one can do some sort of planning.


But the cosmic forces at play put everything in place, the planets and starts aligned for a short period of time ... and we decided to take the leap.
Let the butterflies party.

The house is yours! Thanks!

Last week, the 24th of August, we solved an important piece of the puzzle: the house!

We had a couple of things pending because of not knowing when and if and how to solve the housing situation...We knew that the rent, the highest expense of the month, needed to be cut from our budget or it wouldn't make a lot of sense to continue in the Netherlands. But how do you cut such an expense and  you still continue doing some planning? Earning money to pay the rent? You still need to at least try to get your world trip plan finished (or should i say started?) and having a job (at least one of us)...how do we do that?

Well we first tried the landlord, he would give us anything... We thought we could move out and stay at a friends place, but not ideal... the best option would be to keep the same address, for a little longer and for free...but how?! With so many questions in our head we get to know that Eugenio and Paulina want to leave their place and they like ours! Yeahy, some good news! But how do we tell them that we love the idea of having them moving in but also that we would like to stay a little longer in the house?! Like staying in the house for free?! How do we tell them that we kind of need to be their first guests?!

We received them in their (to be) house - yes they are moving in as of the 1st of November - and we talked a lot. Details of the house, Jeroen and his funny mood, the furniture that we want to sell and the staying longer for free. I'm not quite sure if they realize, but they will be helping us a lot, when i say a lot, it means a LOT to us. For the last 2 months of the NL, we will be able to save a good amount of money that will allow us to be a little more comfortable and keep going. The house will be theirs and we will be, as much as possible, their guests.

This helped us a lot also and foremost in having some major details certain: we will leave the Netherlands in December 2014; we will head Lisbon and from there, around mid January we move to the world.

It might feel light or empty or simply a favour, but what these guys are doing for us, unlocked the real shit, and we may not even realize, but there is no way back now. And I'm very thankful.

Thank you, Aguilares!