6/26/16Cascais, Portugal. Has it been 3 months already. Seems like it anyway. So got a nice traveling around brow experience today. I need to amend my jet lag experiment. It didn’t seem to work.
We found the bairro turista. If Portugal is the Mexico of Europe, we found Cancun. It is beautifully manicured. So beautiful it is surreal. It is a place that we would want to live. Until I realize that indeed it is a tourist town. In the day time like most beaches in the world; the locals dominated. It was great healthy bodies everywhere. We fit right in. So I was right by the way. I do look Portuguese. Even the locals think I’m local. At least for simple exchanges and transactions even when I talk they think I’m local. So arriving at my point, I loved Cascais, until the sun went down. All the locals went home and we stayed back because we didn’t want to leave. It is an hour train ride back to Chiado-Baixu (I love the trains in cities). Besides even though portuguse food is healthy, sardines and potatoes, it is nothing compared to Indian food. So after doing some excellent souvenir shopping👏🏽, our noses lead us back to the Taj Majal, Indian/Italian. The food was the bomb. We are now on the train heading to Lisboa.
I have already failed to write everything I would’ve liked to, but it ain’t easy. That jet lag thing was and is intense. Last night after a looooooong party/parties I couldn’t fall asleep until the sun came up. It was stressful because we had this beach day tentatively planned. So we started stirring at 9 or 10 and we were up by 11. Went grocery shopping made some breakfast and finally got on the train by 3. When we finally found our beach, paid for an umbrella and two chairs. We have arrived.
Why didn’t we do this yesterday. Reality knows, but we could have already been doing this for a week. Again not really, but given infinite time and resources, everything is possible. So we just chilled, took a quick dip, had drinks, dozed in and out of consciousness and finally I started warming up to relaxation. We were where we were supposed to be. What an amazing feeling. So you know me, time goes slow when having fun, so it felt like days in the sun.
It was getting late in the evening and the locals stated packing up at an exponential decay rate. So you in a way that means, the beach starts opening up.
Time for some aus! So aus it was. Tens, hundreds, millions. Front, back side. My partner even joined. Now that I am hot… Time to flip. Same story as above. I am nailing round off back flips. It feels better than it sounds. It feels like Agua de Beber. I didn’t stop there. Just to put I in perspective, I accomplished a New Year’s resolution. Foia seca from my left side!!!!! I have been working on it for ten years at least. I am also approaching mariposa’s on my other side too, which is another decade long project.
Why is this important? Because it represents the power of freedom. It hurts me to know that my life shackles my mind and inhibits my power. This is why travel is so important. It allows for moments of relaxation which lead to an environment conducive to the creative process and true self expression. It allows for that Axé to flow the way it is supposed to.
That is why Cascais became Cancun for me. As the sun went down, all kinds of people of privilege just staying at another hotel that is maintained and operated by brown people. What a prison, working in paradise. Sounds a lot like hell to me. Enough of that, it’s time to foia seca (jump)off the soap box. I would not be here with all of these privileged people if I weren’t privileged. Like seagulls on the beach.
I got to swim in the ocean today. #feelinprivileged
Travelin'Round Brown 