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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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Where are you from?!

I don't think I ever answered this question so many times as I did since we arrived in Vietnam.

Our arrival in Hoi Chi Min City, or as it's still called by the locals Saigon, was smooth - no major problems crossing the boarder by land, no scams, better roads (wait for it, as it was false alarm), massively populated city, thousands of motorbikes, a lot of war memories and glimpses of old European cities. 

Our overall plan at that time was to spend Will's anniversary in a party city - easy to meet people, have some fun and celebrate the arrival of a new decade. We decided to do it in Nha Trang. We thought that we could even rent an apartment for few days where we could finally cook our own food, wash out the dirt of our sneakers and rest. It happened almost that way... We had to adjust it a little because Will got really ill on our way there - feeling like vomiting, vomiting, diarrhea, vomiting a little more, more diarrhea and fever. Gladly we stopped in a city called MuiNé where just wind and sand could stop us, so we did a lot of healing and -resting and yeah we paid a visit to the closest hospital to completely kill the bad-ass bug that attacked him.

MuiNé and Nha Trang are touristic cities. They have loads of restaurants, bars, Russians tourists and also loads of people ready to sell you their soul- books, fruits, drinks, sunglasses, ice cream, cigarettes, motorbike's tour, drugs. They approach you in all different kind of ways, the most common by honking or saying hello. You can ignore them, sometimes, but most of the time you can't because they move around in groups...if you say no to the first one, the next one asks you the same thing, hoping that your decision changed after 1second.

Being polite while saying no, can generate other questions too - the most common: "where are you from?!". When answered the reply is so happy - futebol, Cristiano - that even if I want to get mad, I simply can't.

We moved to Hué skipping the very touristic, shopping orientated and known for the remarkable tailors, Hoi An. Hué gave us a little more "where are you from?!" questions, with less Russians around...

And that's about it...the English level in the streets of Vietnam doesn't allow them to have a chit-chat or build up a connection. You may ask "are you from around?", and the answer is "cigarettes?! buy one from me!". Maybe they don't answer because they don't care, instead of not understanding...but that's exactly where I lose the contact and the connection with that person. And that's exactly what I'm missing in Vietnam, the connection with the people.

I wouldn't be far if I say that all Vietnamese I met are like this...not true. The further North we get, the more differences I notice (or maybe it's just me not caring much anymore). I will write a separate post about the best decision we made so far: visit the Phong Nha-Ke Bang National Park. 

Vietnam is beautiful and worth the visit. Beautiful people, funky almost-roads, a lot of growth specially in the cities, some poverty specially in the villages, loads of history to soak and shock you, loads of cheap clothes, stylish air cuts, nice very nice food, beautiful sand beaches and coast lines, and also nice people, just not as nice as in Cambodia, I warn you.






Lassi, Diana and Will, the professional travellers in Halong Bay


Eat, Heat, Love

Here we are! We are in Thailand!

From some shy snow showers in Amsterdam, were we stayed 1 night at a brand new friends' place (thanks Manu&Lucia) and some snow break in Frankfurt, where we stopped around 3hours, we got to Bangkok. 11hours after. 
The heat gets to the +30C and the humidity +100% - I'm joking regarding the humidity but it feels like sweating and sticky all day long...I'm not complaining.

We got to see Bangkok a bit already, and what a crazy city! From temples to Chinese tourists, to food markets, to friendly scam artists, to (a lot of) noise,  to good street food - There is always food, everywhere, oh yummy!
The city sleeps a bit but not much! 

Here are some of my favorite spots we went so far.





We're staying a very basic hostel, in the neighborhood of Thewet, called Taewez Guesthouse. Very friendly staff, clean room, good breakfast and shared toilets. It's a family business, and with no full house, we barely see other guests around. Across the street, opposite of the quietness of the hostel, we have a very busy market, Thai alike - prepared food, fresh fruits, grilled meat, jumping fish. Noise is constant from 6am onwards, as well as the smells. These are mixed good and odd - confusing sometimes:) 


Will says that the city smells like cardamon all the time. I say they eat all day long, good food (perhaps with cardamon?). 
I will meet my Thai friend today and ask her if we are crazy. 
Bring it on crazy city! 

Santiago's Path


If you ask me, what was Santiago's Path for me?! 


I don't know very well how to speak about it now...maybe it's too early or I'm too tired or I'm still in an amazing  euphoria - that same euphoria that was part of me these 5days...

Santiago's Path is too much, it's too amazing, it's intense and grateful. It's painful but make you thankful for everything: your health, comfort, friends, family, love, clean clothes, food...I could go on and on.

I don't know anybody that has ever regret to do the Santiago's Path - and now I know why. 

Some of my favorite pictures are here...I can't write much more now...






Santiago

In December 2013, a little over a year ago at Sé do Porto, when turisting around, I saw a little colorful painted square in a wall. These were two arrows: One blue and the other yellow, representing Fátima and Santiago paths, respectively.

I took a picture of them. I wished in that moment to walk the Santiago path, I wasn't sure though if I would be able to do it one day. 
The truth is I thought about it several times during 2014: the fact that my sister is doing the path from Lisbon in stages, that another good friend did it from Valença certaintly kept the idea around me throughout the year. Even though, I guess, the major life changing decisions that 2014 brought me (or that I brought to 2014?!?) convinced me that I had to do it too.

And so I decided. In 2015 it is. In January 2015, in the exact same spot at Sé do Porto, we bought our compostela or the pass for the hostels.  We took a picture today with both arrows again. 

Will had me as his motivation, he says. If I really think about it, I'm not sure what is my motivation, I just know and feel that I need to go. We will be following the yellow arrows for at least 100km in the Portuguese path to reach Santiago. From Valença do Minho until Santiago de Compostela.

Happy and adventurous 2015 everyone!!!

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. 


We went shopping!

Our house is almost ready!

7 flights, 6 months of travelling, 3 months to go, 2 explorers


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Between Flight options, Costs, Willingness to Help and the fact that AirTreks included a pre-travel insurance and travel insurance for 6 month made our final decision easy.

This is it. These are fixed dates, we will try not to change them and adjust anything as that will costs us more more money.

For now? For now we couldn't be more happy.


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...

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!