Dear readers,

“If you come home as happy as you leave, you have had a good vacation.” (Part 2 out of 6)

Recommended background: “Dub Incorporation – Rudeboy” (embedded below)

Not drunk and not tired

The vacation is over. I had fun. I had relaxation. I laughed. I was amazed. I felt. I thought. I drank. I slept. I ate. I lazed. No sex (after all, you cannot have all the ingredients). There were some not so joyful moments, but overall I declare it not a perfect one, but a good vacation.

In one’s life, there are rare moments in which the perception of things is overwhelming. It is caused by a multitude of small pieces gathered and mixed together to form a uniform and compact feeling. A feeling which is rarely lost and it persists with the same intensity over your life and actions. I had such a moment watching a mountain lake slowly being covered by fog.

Transfăgărăşan, Bâlea – just Google it. Words, pictures, videos – 10 minutes of information. At the first glance, it’s a cascade or an icy lake (2034 meters), an ice hotel, a road, a path, a tunnel, a mountain pass… nature in a tormented and chaotic country. All of you have passed over mountains. You have walked over roads, you have taken paths, crossed tunnels. Few of you have felt the dripping from a waterfall or smelled the flagrance of a clear lake. Even fewer have actually witnessed the building of an ice hotel.  I have not reached the point of the hotel yet, but I’m not far from it. Not that far from it…

You have the icy lake, sorrounded by mountains. Like the mountains have their roots in the lake. You just stay petrified with no words; amazed; in love; feeling mortal and flesh; feeling small on a big planet. After a few minutes, the fog (like a mistress) comes down from the peaks of the mountains, from all sides; covering inch by inch the stones; reaching the lake; continuing to cover each drop of the silent water. You are still petrified; not by fear, but by your own emotions. You do not know if you should laugh or shed a tear. You look at your hands; the fog is also coming from behind you. The fog is also covering you, the people around you. You feel incertitude, but a relaxing one. You have a second of clarity, thinking that you should shoot a picture. That second vanishes, pictures are meaningless. Maybe a video, but not that either. In fact, you do not wish to spoil the moment, you just only want to feel. You close your eyes and the smell of the fog goes through your veins. You know that you will never forget that smell. You wish to make comparisons in order to better remember the moment, the feelings, the FOG; but your thoughts are in that fog, memories come from and disappear in that fog; you remember a friend, a love, a passion, your goals, your insane dreams. You lose sense of time. You do not know how much you stay still: a second, a minute, an hour… Not that much, it is probably a matter of minutes until you open your eyes and everything is covered in fog. Just minutes for the moment to pass, just minutes for coming back to reality. YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THOSE MINUTES!

Best regards,

Geo.

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Dear readers,

“If you come home as happy as you leave, you have had a good vacation.” (Part 1 out of 6)

Starting today, I’m in a vacation (a seven days one). At the moment, I’m in my home town, in the house of my parents, in my childhood house; listening to “Pink – Funhouse” (embedded below – HD version). The plan is to leave in three (3) hours away from the cities, into the mountains. Don’t expect hitchhiking, nor conquering the Omu peak (2505 meters, Bucegi Mountains, Romania), it will just be a car ride enjoying the fairytale of my country, sightseeing, sleeping in campings, making barbecues, drinking natural juice, breathing clean air, having more or less talks about everything and nothing. It will be 7 days of family time. I have mixed emotions.

It’s strange. I love my family. They love me. We all (four) have strong characters, personalities. We have passed the period of “generations battles”. I’ve had my share of drinking beers with my father. I’ve had those moments in which my mother cared for me and did those motherly aspects of raising me. I’ve been given “friendly advices” by my sister (she’s older than me). We are all mature. We have our own dreams and goals and roads. It’s awkward to see myself at my age (25 – I’m not decided if I’m old or still very young) spending seven days with all of them – “family time”. This vacation is blurry – I may enjoy it like there is no tomorrow; or it may be the “vacation from hell”. One thing I know for sure: I expected it with enthusiasm, with open mind and heart, with the joy of knowing that I will relax and think and feel. And after all, it’s my vacation and I will not let anything or anyone (mortal or immortal) spoil it.

It’s strange. I have slept all day; drank some beer; had my share of haunting the World Wide Web – being lazy; not thinking about responsibilities and tasks; talking with some old or new friends. But from time to time, randomly, I could not detach myself fully from important thoughts: my work is a game, a very serious game. Yes, I’m on vacation, but passions never exit from one’s mind. Things you truly care about – no matter how far you are, no matter what happens; your mind and soul still does not make the difference, your soul and mind will never accept the distance, the detachment. It will eventually show up for a glimpse in your ocean of vacation feelings. It’s normal, but strange. And I have an excuse for it: it’s only my first day of vacation. I will have my time to detach myself. “That’s why I think that vacations should be at least 2 weeks, or maybe more” (Quicksilver).

Regards,

Geo (Belea2008).

P.S.: I wish to write a blog post at the end of each day of my vacation; I do have a tone of ideas to share with you. I’m not sure if I am able to – beer + mountains + family + vacation = ? (follow me on Twitter just in case it happens: http://twitter.com/Belea2008).