From A Wanderluster To The Other Lost Souls

You opened your hands and I layed my hopes on them, I opened my heart and let myself think it was fate, close your eyes and let your soul say those words, 'cause we fell in love and life is really short. I followed a rushing rabbit into this wonderland, I didn't see I was just boy and you were a man. There were signs everywhere telling me to stop, I might regret it now, 'cause in love I've dropped. There had always been dreams and expectations and a new question: is it this love or an infatuation? What if I never find love again? What if I never can love again?

It's funny how some simple things can change your mood and even the way you feel about the world. Even though I was hesitating whether or not to come to Uruguay 'cause of how I was feeling in Buenos Aires, the moment I got to Uruguay I started feeling better, and the moment I arrived to Punta del Este, I felt brand new. The smell of the Atlantic Ocean, the buildings so colorful, the people smiling and the grass and sand did make a difference for me. I took of the bus with a wide open smile that made my wisedom tooth hurt again, but I didn't give a fuck really. When I got to the hostal, I recovered the same feeling I had about to years ago when I moved to the United States: the feeling of adventure. Of course my shyness was non-exitant and I quickly became friend with new people from all around the globe, from Brazil to Canada, from the UK to Australia... gotta love speaking three languages right? The first night I saw people having drinks outside the hostal and I waste...

I may have just cracked.  I usually love traveling, going to new places. I'm pretty open to everything and my new motto in life is "go to new city at least once a year", but even that's not enough sometimes. Right now I've literally turned Starbucks into my own little chill shelter, I just couldn't take it no more. The heat and the humidity are really taking the best of me, it's tiring and, well, I just hate it beyond expected. Last night I managed to fall asleep before 2am, but the heat once again woke me up at 6am. Are you freaking kidding me? The worst part is: I should've listened Paulo when he warned me about it. I can't believe how much I miss talking to him on the phone, I wanna hug him and lay near him. What the hell was I thinking when I decided I wanted to come?! Ok, there are a few things interesting to see, but they're not many. The city barely has green areas, it's ust this massive iron sea with the worst subway red I'...

Well, I finally left my country, I stayed without leaving for over a year now and it was about time. I was getting tired. So I came to the nearest abroad cool city I could think of: Buenos Aires. I have to be honest, I had such big hopes for the city, but it's letting me down a little. The city is pretty plain in terms of green areas, the subway sucks and the humidity is gonna drive me crazy any moment now. It's pretty 'cause, well, it's not home so it's a good change. Everyone say this city has an amazing night life, but I promised someone I wouldn't go out and even though I'm conflicted due this promise, I'm planning on keeping it. The humidity during the day was driving me nuts and I think it didn't let me enjoy the city's skyline or at least its buildings.  I feel like I bitched way too much for only one day here and I think it's 'cause for the first time abroad, I left my heart back home. I guess I'm sorta over the moon ...