Oh really really I have flown.
Bonjour, you bastards! It´s been a while but us travelling jetsetter types can´t just log into livejournal willynilly, you know.
So here I am in Uruguay, and after almost 7 weeks of travelling Argentina, a teensy yet stunning corner of Brazil and a glorious mountainous expanse of Chile, I´m finally a bit bored but not entirely ready to come home. I´m staying with my Auntie Adriana and although she´s away all day at work (8:30am-9:30pm!!) I AM in a resort town where all the famous celebs come to holiday and it is very beautiful and I should just shut the hell up and enjoy not being in boring old Melbourne, with it´s boring same sameness that I´ve seen all my life and I don´t feel the slightest bit guilty about being bored about. This town is boring as well when the weather is bad like it is today though, and all I feel like doing is cafe hopping and I end up staring at people walking by with desperation. ENTERTAIN ME, YOU OBLIVIOUS PASSERBYS! I HAVE HAD THE HOLIDAY OF A LIFETIME AND NOW I AM BORED WITH HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS HERE.
What I really want to do is go back to Brazil and sit on a bench looking out at Iguazu falls and sweat and sit very still until the lizards crawl over me and the butterflies land on my nose and the vines curl gently around my neck and eventually just become a part of the jungle.
Or go back to the glaciers in the violent wind and let icicles form on my eyelashes and the eagles make their nests on my head and I´ll just watch the crashing and the glowing and the boiling ocean and become a little iceberg.
I don´t think that´s asking too much.
And you know the best part about this trip is that I have finally maybe understood where I stand in the world and who I am and why my Australianness and Uruguayanness are constantly fighting with one another and why I like that I have an animated way of speaking even if my boss doesn´t and why it´s okay I have this body and why I don´t like feeling like I have to control how I laugh or speak with my Australian friends and why I like dancing and singing and playing with words and why being passionate and angry and ecstatic and sad are good things even if the people around me back home think I´m mad.
I´ll post photos soon, you will be amazed and awed and you will love me for it more than you already do.
So here I am in Uruguay, and after almost 7 weeks of travelling Argentina, a teensy yet stunning corner of Brazil and a glorious mountainous expanse of Chile, I´m finally a bit bored but not entirely ready to come home. I´m staying with my Auntie Adriana and although she´s away all day at work (8:30am-9:30pm!!) I AM in a resort town where all the famous celebs come to holiday and it is very beautiful and I should just shut the hell up and enjoy not being in boring old Melbourne, with it´s boring same sameness that I´ve seen all my life and I don´t feel the slightest bit guilty about being bored about. This town is boring as well when the weather is bad like it is today though, and all I feel like doing is cafe hopping and I end up staring at people walking by with desperation. ENTERTAIN ME, YOU OBLIVIOUS PASSERBYS! I HAVE HAD THE HOLIDAY OF A LIFETIME AND NOW I AM BORED WITH HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS HERE.
What I really want to do is go back to Brazil and sit on a bench looking out at Iguazu falls and sweat and sit very still until the lizards crawl over me and the butterflies land on my nose and the vines curl gently around my neck and eventually just become a part of the jungle.
Or go back to the glaciers in the violent wind and let icicles form on my eyelashes and the eagles make their nests on my head and I´ll just watch the crashing and the glowing and the boiling ocean and become a little iceberg.
I don´t think that´s asking too much.
And you know the best part about this trip is that I have finally maybe understood where I stand in the world and who I am and why my Australianness and Uruguayanness are constantly fighting with one another and why I like that I have an animated way of speaking even if my boss doesn´t and why it´s okay I have this body and why I don´t like feeling like I have to control how I laugh or speak with my Australian friends and why I like dancing and singing and playing with words and why being passionate and angry and ecstatic and sad are good things even if the people around me back home think I´m mad.
I´ll post photos soon, you will be amazed and awed and you will love me for it more than you already do.