Crushes

I might definitely start a trip/holiday blog. It seems that my CoushSurfing experience is not enough or not plentiful, or it is possible that I need something more. It is like waking up in the morning with the impression that the best experience in your life (so far) is the sound of the small crack of your spoon crushing into the creme brulee. (ok, I know, that's not my own metaphor). And OK, it's true, I stopped mentioning the 0-g experience a long time ago, probably because it doesn't sound really realistic or, at least, not reproducible (while the creme brulee or the taste of a good chocolate is, that's why we eat chocolate, isn't it?)

This morning I woke up with a completely different idea of a good and satisfying experience. Well, this could be about sex or relationships. I've been thinking about swinging, and all this crap...definitely not for me. I've been thinking about "Des nouvelles du bon Dieu" and how they try to reach god through sex. Interesting. Actually, the simplest thing would be to sit on a bench, a terrace, with a pastis or kir and watch what's going on and, if you don't forget your thick sun glasses (thank you Fabio for the trick), you can even have a long look at all the good looking guys (out there, there must be plenty of those, am I right?). Then, if the terrace is in Paris, you can even experience the flirting in a second-hand bookshop. On the other hand, if it's St Petersburg, you can experience the flirting running in the subway hand by hand with a stranger. On the third hand, if you're going to an exhibition in Barcelona on a Sunday morning, you might cross deep brown eyes looking at you and being so close that you couldn't help but starring at them for the whole exhibition.

This morning I woke feeling like being a not-too-stupid girl of those how-so-stupid american movies: on holiday by myself or with some girlfriends playing the part of the how-so-self-confident-i-am

-worth-it girls. I am feeling like living once more or plenty of times this sunny feeling of meeting someone, somewhere in a timeless situation. I know I'm cheating: in these timeless chapters I don't have the time or the opportunity of failing, of thinking of the right words. But at the end, would the world fall apart, that's all I'd be left with.