JUMPING FROM DREAM TO DREAM

PERSONAL JOURNEY

Two days after my quarter of a century crisis…

I was in Saint Pancras International train station waiting for the Eurostar to Paris with my brother Paulo. When I returned to the UK, Ana, my best friend and I decided to go to Ireland while watching P.S.: I love you. Thank you Gerald Butler  for being so hot.

In December, my friend Mark accompanied me to Belgium for an interview to work on a cruise ship. I was one of the first to arrive, yet I was so excited to be meeting different people from so many walks of life in that big fancy hotel room in Antwerp, I didn’t even hear my number being called. I walked in the office amused, curious, and very embarrassed. Society had taught me that was lack of professionalism. Yet, I got a job sailing through the Caribbean because my interviewer had a whole different perspective on the subject, I showed genuine interest in others and, well, I could virtually talk about anything.       

In less than a year, I had sold all my clothes and possessions on eBay, stopped going out, worked as hard as I could physically and mentally, did an interrail across Europe, and crossed North America sleeping on Greyhound. By the time I set foot on that cruise ship sailing through the Caribbean.

I was a Professional Dreamer already, I just didn’t know it yet! 

I made the most of every opportunity to explore every port and beyond. When December came, although I was still sailing, I already had a new interview in London that would grant me the opportunity to explore more European countries and end up working as a tour guide in Croatia. I left the cruise ship wrapped up in full bliss and thankfulness and ready to jump aboard a new dream.

On the following years, I visited many places in Europe, travelled through the US of A several times, taught English in Mexico, became the claustrophobic who learned to dive, and tried to enter the Guinness book of records by going to an underwater wedding. I climbed volcanoes in Central America, got drunk on altitude sickness in a beautiful Colombian paramo, surfed in Ecuador, climbed Machu Picchu, crossed the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia.

I will not lie to you; it wasn’t always easy. In fact, it was much harder than staying in England, comfortable in an old safe life that didn’t satisfy me. I was challenged over and over again, from running out of money to having a knife on my throat. And occasionally there was tears and snot. However, life wasn’t just okay anymore, for the first time in my adult life, life was amazing and I was in love with it. Chasing dreams one by one slowly closed all those I wish I could do this cycles lead me to an odd realisation, the realisation that I had been living and creating this odd dream all along.

What a fabulous dream it was! 

At least for a few years.

(To be continued next week)