The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
Wait a minute, will you start with cliches right here? I thought you were a little different from those stupid bloggers who just want your “likes” and banal fame.
Calm down! Chill!
People travel to get away from the routine, to know something new, to try new flavors, new aromas and sounds, but have you ever imagined discovering your own culture when exploring the unknown?
What? Are you insane?
I can say that since my childhood I have been surrounded by certain precepts and ideologies that the foreigner was more pompous, beautiful and smells better. That the music from overseas had a better beat, that the movies were more sophisticated, and the cuisine more abundant.
I wanted to speak English before mastering my own language. I despised my own yard.
I began to enjoy my motherland just when I left it.
The comparisons, with the places where I passed, made me notice daily facts that I did not know before. The rhythm in the streets, the tone when speaking, the gestures of hands as masters of good prose.
Tasting your friend’s meal was not always possible anymore, swearing was no longer so frequent (and I miss it, for fuck’s sake), brushing teeth at work or college after lunch was seen with concern.
How to compete against the warmth of a hug and a gleaming Brazilian smile?
Even Brazilian music has won my demanding ears, and obviously I’m not talking about the hits currently played on radio and TV shows.
In the end, the trips brought me to my origins, cleared my blurred vision and taught me even more about the good side of the Brazilian people.
Going back to the cliches, I honestly do not want to read any book of the world, what I want more is to write my own.