If this world is just an apple then let me take a bite

Thirteen years ago this boy did his first trip by himself. Yeah, his first trip alone ever! Destiny? Canada! Why? To study English.. One of the most intriguing things is that he chose to study english in Motréal. Everybody knows the first language in Montréal is french and of course he knew it too.
The reasons for him to choose Montreal were many... Cheaper, friends references, security, a city that is not too big and dangerous for his first trip.
Excluding Serrinha (a small town close to Salvador where his family lives until now) he never went to any place alone.
First plane alone! Nobody to do tell him what to do... Which gate? What's the flight number? The boarding time? Do I need to fill up all these forms before I get to Canada?
The first part to São Paulo was ok. Where is the second check in? Air Canada? Which terminal? Another check in? Again?
When he reached Canada... What is the reason for your visit? Are you by youself? Show me where you are going to study...
Once more; he was brave. Not only his first visit without his parents on a foreing country, on a foreign language, but also he was wanting to enjoy all of his time (this part never changed until today, thanks God).
As he arrived in Toronto on Thrusday and his classes would just begin on monday, he decided to stay in Toronto to get to know the city and just travel to Montréal on Sunday...
More questions... Where I can change my money? Take the cab? How can I go from here to the CN Tower? Where I can get a bus to Niagara Falls? Do I need to buy the ticket before?
His most important feature is that he wasn't afraid to ask and was starving to learn.
All the time at Canada was fine, He loved it. He really improved his english. As soon as he got in Brazil he took the TOEFL with a good mark. He started to love even more his english classes. He knew people from all over the world. He sure had problems too... Somebody stole his money, he was flirted by the first and the second time, and he was afraid of this flirt turning into a robbery (poor innocent boy).
The Only thing he'd never know is that from that time on he would never be the same again. His questions turned into more questions; he was craving to know more, to get more, to do more, to be more;  it was his first step for his inner travel he's still doing by now.
This boy was me, thirteen years younger, some pounds lighter. Our dreams are not the same, nor our priorities. Our fears had changed, as well as our feelings and worries, but one thing remained the same: our hunger to bite the world. "Tell me that's human nature"!

Thank to my family that made it possible! Thank to Canada to had received me with open arms! Thank God to the opportunity!

Viajar é preciso

 Madonna disse que toda vez que vai começar uma nova turnê e pensa nas viagens, nos ensaios, na necessidade de novos arranjos, em todo o cansaço que virá depois sempre pensa: "não acredito que vou fazer tudo de novo". Mas depois de começar o trabalho, de melhorar a cada show, de sentir ter crescido mais, a  recompensa é sempre válida.
Ok, não sei dançar vogue em nenhuma das suas maravilhosas versões; mas toda vez que vou viajar de férias ocorre comigo igual com Madonna.
O trabalho, as filas, as trapalhadas, o coração apertado por deixar pessoas queridas, o prazer de conhecer o novo, a saudade do velho, a comida ruim e cara, a quebra da dieta, os suspiros por coisas que quero e (ainda) não posso, a alegria de rever amigos, o peso da mala, a cadeira apertada no aviao... pior ainda com direito a choro de criança malcriada durante 8h..... Tudo vale a pena!
Volto melhor, com desejo de ser mais.... de viver mais. Aprendo, entendo, compreendo, pergunto, me choco, fico extasiado, gozo, me arrependo, me surpreendo, compro, choro, rio, penso, sinto raiva, sinto pena, sinto falta, sinto sede, tenho fome, me empanturro, corro,  perco, ganho, reflito, reflito, reflito.... Penso e repenso em todas as pessoas com quem gostaria de estar ali, naquele lugar, naquela hora, com quem queria conversar a respeito daquilo... Rezo, assisto, me apego, agradeço, sinto, cheiro, toco, troco, converso... ah, e como converso! Descanso, perco a hora, perco a paciência, perco a vontade, peço, ganho, ganho tempo, ganho dicas, ganho papéis (muitos papéis), ganho a loteria, erro, acerto, me emociono, fico triste, fico alegre e AMO... coisas, pessoas, lugares, quadros, cidades, propagandas, revistas, livros, doces....
E é justamente esse o maior prazer; Amar estar amando tudo isso.... como disse um amigo meu: "you enjoy to enjoy".
Nada melhor que uma viagem pra juntar todas essas expêriencias num momento.
Obrigado Dix, obrigado Otto, Francesca, Giancarlo, Chris, Gracinda, Evandro, Eleonora, Debora, Liz, Yumi, Gêmeos de Paris, pessoa do iphone, vendedora de óculos sincera, guarda do metro fdp, moça catalã do fuá, Picasso, Pardon, Fulá, Júlia, Capucho, Montmartre, Paella limpia, Nouvelle vague, Gaudi, Pierre Marcolini, Fátima, Canadenses, Delta, Jerônimos, Americanos, Mineiros e a todos que tiraram minhas fotos!
Por menos ou por mais tempo, todos marcaram!