Traveller sadness

 

What a difference a day makes !

 

This morning I flew out of Birmingham happy to be going home.  A blissful moment on the plane with my iPod and  Massive Attack’s ‘unfinished sympathy’ as the sun rose over the port wing brought a deep smile to my face.  The orange glow through the opposite window warmed my skin, dazzled my eyes and lifted my heart.  As we flew over Lisbon, the in flight map showed Vila do Bispo on the screen – it felt so good to see it there – I was heading home

 

Before 11am, I was home.  The sun was shining, the windmills still and facing east and a metre of swell at Praia do Tonel.  It felt like I had been beaming a big smile all the way from Faro to Vila do Bispo.

 

After having the love bus serviced and checking out the dive school I drove out to Praia do Amado with the 10’2’’  Groovy and my wetsuit.  The road to the beach is one of my favourite places – passing the pine and eucalyptus trees that line the road, the windmills still motionless and the roads tourist free!

 

I paddled out as the sun began it’s decent into the Atlantic, the water warm and salty on my face.  Just two others in the line up – blissful after the summer chaos.  Three beautiful waves later I was out – happy with my return to the water.

 

Getting changed again, a different wave hit me full on and held me under for longer than ever before – a melancholy wave of infinite sadness.  I had such a short time here this visit.  Within 5 days I would be road tripping again, back to Mallorca unsure of just when I would return.  I was aware it would be a long time, maybe a year or more before I can ‘come home’ again but knowing my next return would be for longer.

 

I don’t want to leave – not because I don’t enjoy the challenge and travel of work but simply because I have fallen unconditionally in love with this part of the world, even through all of its bullshit and bureaucracy, even when the cash point seizes my bank card without warning, when motorists drive like complete dicks and it takes two weeks to get a new bank card and another two weeks to then get your PIN number

 

It is still the place to be !


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