That sucks of saying bye!

The time to say goodbye is the same sucks (sorry about the word) wherever you are. And now arrived my turn to do that, sucks!

I think most of the people think that if you are traveling you are not doing anything else than just having fun and doing what you are not used to do in your own country. Sometimes we think that traveling abroad is just “GO” and everything is going to be all right as you have planned. But no, sometimes the plan decides to change at the last moment and you have just to face it and try to deal with that as you already knew it would happen.  This kind of situation make you think about crying, giving up and going back to your home. Yeah, but what can you do when you have no choice left?

Actually I have too much to say, but I promise I’ll try to be objective. A good question would be: how to summarize in a few words or in a few sentences everything I had to face and deal over here? Anywaaay… hearing French all the time and no understanding anything, looking and talking to the homeless (here you can see it in each corner you walk) and appreciating their education and their intelligence (at least they know how to speak two different languages), dealing with the changes of the weather all the time and having to walk with your wet boots during the whole day, meeting and looking at a lot of different, weird and crazy people from all around the world while crossing the streets, walking more than 5 km per day trying to save money and getting the wrong way of home at 4 AM when you just would like to arrive there as fast as you could, living some ‘indiadas’ (not planed) and just laughing about that after the panic… it something that happens when you are far away by yourself, you know.

Brazilians, Turks, Australians, New Zealands, Arabians, Mexicans, Koreans, Spanish… people all around the world passing and living by the same situation than you and trying to share something about their own country as much as they can is something indescribable that I used to face every single day. How can someone not enjoy that?

But do you know what? As I already told some people before, spending sometime abroad made me love my country. Ok that when you are in another country everything seems like to be better than yours, everything seems like to work and to be ‘in the line’ while yours is not like that, but by the time you notice that you real place and the place you would like to live for the rest of your life is Brazil (in my case). More than that: I started to think that I’m really proud of living at Rio Grande do Sul. Not saying that the others Brazilians are not cool, that the others states are not a good place… I just meant that I’m proud of being recognize that I AM GAÚCHA!

Lastly, I prefer to say see you Canadá or see you world, instead of saying goodbye. And for everyone who I had the pleasure to meet: THANK YOU VERY MUCH! See ya somewhere, sometime... 

IT IS WHAT IT IS! Valeu!