Monday, May 16, 2011

The Dude with a Plane....(or how to be a kid again)

So I am the dude with a plan but last week I met "The dude with a plane"

I started jogging a week ago. Every morning i wake up at 6am and go to a park near by and jog in the running track for about 45 minutes. I am not too keen with sports but i got this from back in October when I was in the middle of the break-up and I couldn't sleep well. I'd wake up around 5am and not being able to go back to bed I'd put my running pants and go out and jog for about half an hour and then come back home to shower, dress-up, have breakfast and go to work. I lost almost 25 lbs that way.

I kinda let myself go and after 2 weeks of take-out i decided to get back on track. So back to the beginning of my story.

While in the middle of running I was sadly missing not having my ipod so I could run while enjoying the music i was trying to practice something It got stuck in my head from the last book I read. something about a woman who's travelling alone and she kinda left material things behind as she went and one of the things she complained about was not being able to miss the stuff around us and connect with the world because of being disconnected by an ipod or cellphone.

So I tried to pay more attention to the world around me, to listen, and there were other joggers and walkers with ipods, I heard the birds chirping, the seagulls yapping, the squirrels going up and down the trees, the cars honking even the train in a far distance, but all of the sudden i heard a buzz....

Just like a mosquito buzzing in your ear but louder and high in the sky. I tilted my head up and i spotted a plane. Not a real plane but one of those radio controlled ones flying all the way around the park..

I followed it with my eyes, trying to find out where was the responsible one for this and I found it...thinking I'd find a kid i found a grown up. A black male in his late thirties early forties was holding the remote and landing carefully the plane while checking on it and preparing it for take off..

I kept on watching him while finishing my last 2 laps and he was flying his toy, enjoying, in control of something (maybe something silly like a toy plane but in control) but with the smile of a kid and then it hit me...

That was his deal with life!

He might have a shitty boring job like the one I have, maybe a wife like the one i once had, maybe even kids like the ones i want to have someday but I think I figured out his deal with life....

From 6am to 7am he is the kid he once was....!

Maybe at 7am the routine starts. He goes home, showers, dress up, wear the suit and tie, wake up the kids, have breakfast with them, take them to school, take the TTC to the office and spend the longest 8 hours in an office doing something he wasn't expecting to do in life, something he never planned for himself. The at 5pm he'll leave the office, take the TTC back home, help around the house, pay bills, have dinner, put the kids to bed and all tired after an exhausting day go get some rest to start a new day again but.......excited at the same time...why?

Because the next day is another day where he has the chance to become a kid again, first thing in the morning, and that's something worthy waking up everyday at 6am. A whole hour to reconnect with that inner kid we sometimes forget it existed sometime in our lives...

We get so busy trying to play the responsible adult who needs to make money to pay bills and buy stuff that important or not, it makes us loose contact with what we ever dreamed of being when we reach mature age when we were for example a pilot.

This guy figured it out, and it seems to be working for him. I mean, it's just mathematical.

We take 1 hour everyday that's 7 hours/week. 28 hours/month. 336 hours/year of being a kid. Compared to 1920 hours/year of being responsible, holding a 9 to 5 job, wearing a suit and tie, and doing something we might not enjoy doing it sounds like a pretty sweet deal...

Much better than only doing the 1920 hours/year of stuff you don't like......

Maybe I should think of a reason besides jogging to wake up one hour early everyday, a thing that I used to do when I was a kid and enjoyed a lot, a thing that by doing it every morning for an hour as soon as I wake up it will make me face the rest of the day with a smile on my face, and go back to bed at night happy and looking forward another day of connecting with my inner child. To remember that thing once I dreamed of becoming.

I am looking, i promise. Is it music? Is it drawing? Is it writing? I don't know yet but i can tell you this, once I figure it out I'll make my own deal and I'll grab onto tight. I won't let it go no matter what.

Just like "The dude with the plane"

So to you my friend who had inspired me on writing this post....this song is dedicated to you

Learning to Fly by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Til' the next post, take care and keep enjoying!

Saturday, May 7, 2011

A Lot Like Love...

This movie brings me memories....such a good movie and no better way to start this post.

So, 2 weeks ago...a rainy Thursday of April everything looked like it was going to be a regular day, the type where I go to work and then go home, except my best friend in Toronto asked me to join him to go meet this girl. The story goes like this....she's the friend of a friend of his who recently passed away and they were going to meet here in Toronto for the first did I get involved, no clue, just came along for the decision ever!

While waiting in a Starbucks for the "mystery lady" we were playing with my new computer (yes, I did sold my old one and got an used laptop) and then she comes.....MC, the tall short haired girl whom I couldn't take my eyes away from....she sat with us and after an introduction they started talking and catching up.
Me, I was very lost, not knowing what to do I decided to go get the coffees/tea so I could gain some time and kinda try to figure out what was going on in my head....

Love? So soon? It's only been 6 months since the breakup.......No way dude, can't're not ready yet...

Back to the table..keep on looking at her..trying to get involved in the conversation and at the first opportunity I am in, throw a joke...she laughed....bad move, now I am hooked with her smile. What the going on Sebastian, get it together are the man with a plan...

- What? you don't know many people in Toronto, yeah here's my number! Gimme yours! (ohhh come on Seb, well, no worries, she won't call, you've tried this before and they never call)

And true enough she didn't but when I got home the next day on a friday and very innocently went to check my emails there it was. An email from the "mystery girl" nothing too evident, just to stay in touch. Totally disarmed me, the smile on my face...ohh man, I am in trouble

I answered the email, she was supposed to come to see us play, she didn't come but on tuesday I decided to send her a text. I was supposed to go to the movies with my buddy and her wife so why not invite her? So I texted her....

- "Sorry but I can't"

There you go Sebastian.....late but you got the response......another text followed

- "How bout' Thursday instead? I'll call you later to arrange"

Really? Hope? Ohh man I am out of practice....the radar is not working properly and I am getting nervous....silly right?

The phone call turned into an hour call, where we talked and laughed. Thursday came, we met, went for sushi and movie felt good, but maybe it is all in my head, maybe is just friendship...

Sunday we had another show, this time she came. Saw the whole show, all 3 sets, and when we were done she stuck around for the dismantle and I suggested dinner. Everyone bailed except for the singer and the "mystery girl". She played along and came....just to have some chocolate crepes and talk and laugh some more until midnight on a sunday...then, the unexpected happened

- "At what time do you take your lunch break tomorrow? I am off and maybe you wanna have lunch together?"

Are you for real? Not only this girl is cute, tall and and with a lovely sense of humour but she is asking me for lunch? Never saw it coming and i loved it!

- "Normally I go between 1 and 2"
- "I'll text you tomorrow then"

and there she was, at 1:05, we went for lunch, started talking, next time I checked my watch I was late for 20 minutes past my time to come back, time flew and i just felt like we had so much more to talk...I suggested to meet after work, she agreed..

What followed was a session of more talk, ice cream, laughs, beer, hummus, more talk, sweet potato fries, more beer, more laughs and.......a kiss.

The best feeling I've had in a while, and as we tried to explain to each other what just had happened without finding the proper words, we promise each other to take it slowly and take out time developing what comes after....

I knew right there what I was feeling, but I couldn't say it, so I thought of this song.....which the lyrics say exactly what I was feeling in that me a romantic or cheesy but I am a musician after all!

I wrote the name of the song, asked her to check it out at home, check the lyrics and text me what she thought...

We said goodbye, i left on a cloud, she smells great!

Tuesday 12:37am "What a feeling :)" was her answer..

She got the message!

Things have gotten better and better since then and i must admit that this girl has done something to me I wasn't expecting to happen. It just feels good. I want to spend days and nights doing stuff together and enjoying the present with her....without regretting the past or fearing the future, just focusing on the present.

Will i be traveling after all? The whole long term trip to find myself again? Has that plan just fell? I have no clue

I am still going to NYC and she's going away for 2 weeks, we'll meet again and see what's going the meantime I want to enjoy the feeling...after so long I am not sure what it is but, it sure does feel....

A Lot Like Love!

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Bucket List has started...!

Well my fellow readers, the main reason for this blog was to use travelling experiences and music as a healing path from a breakup...I have promised myself that every month I'd go away even for a weekend, to explore new territories alone in preparation for what it would be my trip at the end of the far the recount

January: The Dominican Republic
February: Montreal
March: (nothing here)
April: Venezuela


Yes, I'll be going to NYC from May 21-23, got my bus ticket and I am booking a cheap hostel as I write this post. Although I have been in NYC twice it has been just stopovers and never to enjoy the city and what it has to offer. Now I have the opportunity of spending 3 full days and 2 nights in the city that never sleeps.

I will be writing a full post on it as I go but things I am planning on doing while there so far...

- Catch a concert of Esperanza Spalding Bass virtuoso hottie and have a night of fine jazz
- Go to the Yankee Stadium and watch the Yankees play while having a stadium hot-dog
- Wander around the music stores, Harlem, Bronx and Hell's Kitchen
- and much more.....

Im getting ready......NYC here I come!


I couldn't believe it, I have never booked a trip so fast and without months and months of planning in didn't feel like myself, but at the same felt great! Not having much time to debate if I did ok or 3 weeks, I'd be off to Venezuela for 9 days to see my family and friends with the excuse of spending my dad's 70th birthday back home.

But, I went to work on a friday, half day until noon. Said goodbye to the co-workers and took off home on the subway/streetcar to go get my backpacks and go back again by subway/bus to the airport. (travelling on a budget) a $70 taxi ride came down to a $10 all-day-subway me cheap but hey, I'll spend the money where it needs to be spent.

Airport at 4ish, my flight leaves at 7pm. At the counter checking my bags, a mexican girl clerk started conversation, I told her I had been in Mexico 2 years ago for 2 weeks backpacking all the south of Mexico, she was happy to hear I wasn't one of those "boring resort guys" and we ended talking for about 15-20 minutes while a big line was forming behind me. I took that as a good sign, as a signal of encouragement of travelling alone is a good cure.

Waiting for the boarding call I stopped at the Duty Free stores to get some more candy for the people I might have missed on the "gift list"

- "Passengers on the flight 076 going to Caracas, Venezuela........"
- "That's me!"

On the plane I was like a kid (I always get nervous on planes) but they had movies and TV shows to relax me a little bit and distract my mind of what I was going to encounter back home. I read a bit of my book and catch up with all season 2 of Nurse Jackie.

Arrived to Caracas around midnight. A good 5 hours 25 minutes direct flight without any issues. My mom and 2 friends were waiting for me at the Airport, she was happy to see me! Even if I had long hair and a 2 week beard.

We jumped on the car and went straight home.

What came after for the next 9 days it is hard to describe, happiness, joy, laughter, I saw friends I haven't seen in the past 2 1/2 years, but have been my friends since at least 15 years or more, and that they will remain my friends for the longest time to come...

I managed to live a rush Toronto life in Caracas, a city where everyone takes their sweet time to do everything and you should only try to aim for "1 chore per day" I managed to wake up at 6am (with no alarm clock) and go to bed at midnight to make the most out of my day.....

Spend time with my family and at least 3-4 friends a day, some of them knew each other so the blending was easier but some of them didn't so the networking began...lawyers, veterinary, unemployed, all joined together by happiness and cheap beer. (5 BsF/Beer = $0.65/Beer)

I wont describe the day by day routine but just the highlights of what I learned in this short trip....

1) Tuesday night, I am at a restaurant with 2 of my best friends. The waiter comes and ask us for drinks, we order 3 he leaves I keep on looking at the menu to be ready to order when he comes is past 9pm and I have the Canadian mentality of good use of the time...when he comes and pour the beers on the glasses I rush to say: "I think we're ready to order" and he says...."That's OK but take your time, make a toast first..."
WOW! It hit me like a tons of bricks...for a waiter to tell me to chill and enjoy with my friends, the friends I haven't seen in 2 and a half years and toast that we are all there, celebrating my comeback...damn right, fuck it! Let's toast! This is a wise advice I'd keep with me for years...enjoy the moment!

2) I got to eat and sample every single dish I missed from back home. Eating healthy and in good portions. But everything fresh made and tasty. I tried things I never imagined go well together like Tequenos with cheese and chocolate...simple amazing.

3) Not to be afraid...everyone kept on warning me about crime, and Caracas is now one of the most violent cities of the world, but a managed to walk, take the subway and bus with the equivalent of US $1000 in the front pocket of my jeans. That's like 4 minimum monthly wages over there...I could have taken a taxi and got safe home, but it is my country after all and if I can't feel safe at home, then....where can I feel safe. So I walked, fortunately nothing happened and it might been a stupid thing to do but, is part of living!

4) This one was a tough one. Remember who I am and that there are people who love me for it. After the separation I was devastated and ended believing most of the things I was accused of, I doubted of myself or my capacities as a human being, I felt like I had failed at 34, and my friends and family proved me wrong. Im on the right path. I am doing good and that's why people remembered me with so much appreciation and love, there was a night where we went back to how did we knew each other and hearing those stories again, what they had to say about me, things I didn't even remember I have done for them, things I have done that have been a learning curve for them and changed their lives at certain point. It was uplifting in every single way....The smile on my face never fade out..

5) Learning that I am human too and I can be wrong. I have always been a firm believer of not keeping in touch with any of my ex girlfriends. Why? there's no point, if it didn't work as a couple there's no way it will work as a friendship.....wrong! I saw my ex, the one I left behind when I decided to come to Canada 10 years ago. It ended on a sad note, with a fight, we never spoke with each other again. She like myself, went through separation, she has a kid. We went out and my first reaction towards her was a hug, a long 5 minutes uninterrupted hug. The type that says, everything is OK, no more fighting, let's put stuff behind us, and that's how it went. We walked and talked for 5 hours. We made peace. We turned the page and we're ready to move on with our lives...

We'll we see each other again or hear about each other again in the future? I don't know. No one knows. The only thing I am happy to know, we no longer have a grudge with each other and we're both OK.

6) Gathering almost all my friends at my parents house, for a whole weekend, they never seemed to have enough of me, wanting to treat me all the time and spend time with me, we'd start the get together in the morning and end at 11pm eating street hot-dogs. The'd go out of their daily routines to stop and see me.
The last day I had to leave at 7pm in order to be at the airport 4 hours previous my flight and there were at least 15 people in my parking lot. Taking pictures, laughing, crying and waving goodbye. Many promised to come and visit me, others asked when I was going back....I don't know....I just wanna live the present....and the present is GOOD!

I came back straight to work, re-invigorated, re-energized and super happy. And for that I am very lucky to have the people I have around me. So, on an ending note.......

Lorenzo, my friend from elementary and musical partner for almost 25 years
Lenin, my buddy from first year of university and almost brother for the past 17 years
Jose Ramon, my friend who shares with me the passion for U2 and friend for 17 years
Allan, another great friend, who was my alter ego during university years and friend for 17 years
Amaluz, my friend whom I have reconnected with recently and known for 16 years
Cristina, the family vet who I met thanks to my monkey pet and I'd never imagine we'd turn so good friends for the past 11 years
Carlos Albornoz, my boss from my last job as an English teacher in Venezuela and friend for the past 6 years
Jackie, well, after 13 years of knowing each other and sharing a past, thanks for making peace with me.
And everyone else I saw very quick or shared with on that wonderful week...

THANK YOU! For bringing back the happiness in me, to help me find who I was in the first place and sending me back with hope, happiness and smiles all the way back to Canada. I will cherish them and keep the memories alive, to stay in touch and come see you guys as often as I can. You are the best friends anyone can have and are very special to me...

I can't think of any other song since I came back than INXS's "The Stairs". I don't know how to attach the meaning with you guys but it just feels like the right song...and for someone who's ready to live life at a 100%, there are no rules to follow, I just make them as I go.....

"Storey to storey, building to building, streets to streets.....we pass each other on the stairs"

Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Day everything turned green! (or how to outdrink an Irishman)

So, back to the "Bucket List" I might add that I have never (ever) been drunk (shit-faced) in my life after 34 years. I have always been a Soda guy over Beer and I am totally ignorant when it comes to Wine or Hard Liquor, but.....St Patrick was around the corner and why not make this one of the things on my Bucket List. To go out and drink (or outdrink) an Irishman on St Patrick's.

I got the call the day before St Paddy's from my friend "J" just to confirm a promise I had made to him last year and I had forgotten all about it.
- So, what's up man? are you gonna back out on me?
- Errr, no...are you?
- No, I finish at 4, can you meet at 4?
- I finish at 5 but let me see what I can do....
- What? are you some kind of pussy? You'd boss won't let you?
- Errrrrr, I'll see you at 4!

You can't call chicken a man with a bucket list, hahaha, I gather some people and went to have 2 pitchers of "green beer" at a pub nearby and came back to finish my 3 hours in the afternoon, happier, with a big grin and more was on!

At 4 I left to meet my friend and brought my own backup from Venezuela (my friend "A")  and headed to King and Yonge, where we had a Hero Burger (now I know why the name, you become a fucking Hero after you eat one of those, nasty tasting burger, I'd never eat there again) and we headed to PJ O'Brians. Line up and we waited for almost 45 minutes and the line didn't move an inch. Plus other cute girls were skipping the line and meeting friends before us and making our chances to get in closer to none.

"Fuck this!" - J said, "Let's go closer to were I live, there's an Irish Bar there and no line-up"
Let's Do It!

And that's how we got to meet "Galway Arms Bar and Restaurant" the bar packed with at least 100 irish or irish descendent and 2 venezuelans..

We started with a round of Guinness (we were 5 now including J's wife and her cousin K) I must add this was my first Guinness Beer ever and after the first sip I doubt that I could have more than one. Very thick and strong. (remember I am the coke guy...right, so even coffee tastes strong to me)

We got onto the second round thanks to the girls, and by this time the bar was getting packed and the music was about to begin, 2 guys on acoustic guitars playing Irish tunes. Joke of the night: "So, is this your first Guinness ever?", No J, this is my second one! at least 3 people laugh...

The third round was on me, so I got to the bar and asked the bartender:
- "What's the name of that drink on the movies where you drop a shot in the beer and drink it fast?"
- "The Irish-Car-Bomb"
- "The what?"
- "The Irish-Car-Bomb!"
- "What's in it?"
- "Guinness+Bailey's+Irish Scotch"
- "Perfect! Gimme 5 of those puppies"

Came back and I must proudly say not even my irish friend knew what the fuck that was, so I didn't feel as much as a "drunk virgin" anymore. We did them (except for the girls, you know how the say women are smarter than men...there you go)

I swear the moment I finished drinking it I felt like I have woken up. If the 4 previous beers I have had got me tipsy this one was the cure, killed the effect and got me sober, I even told "A"

- Dude! I am perfect, nothing happened
- Yeah, give it 5 minutes....

Done! 5 minutes after everything went in slow motion and my smile was bigger than the cheshire cat.

After that 2 more rounds of Guinness and I was dancing and hitting on "K" cousin and toasting my glass with every single girl it passed by, I even was practicing my "Irish" accent and passed by "J" older brother that just came from Ireland last year's, ohhh mannnn. Good thing we were in Canada and not Ireland

- "We're in Ireland are you from lad?"
- "Caracas"
- "Fuckin' Eejit"
(and that's how the fight would have

11:55pm and like Cinderella I needed to split before I turned from Irish back to Venezuelan. I checked the bus times and got the last round of Irish-Car-Bombs (3 this time) got them really quick and grabbed my stuff and left for the bus stop.

I slept every single inch of the way back home and I had to take Bus-Subway-Bus and walk about 5-6 blocks to get to my bed. I was aware but funny. Got home, went to take a piss, got back to my  room, took of my jacket and fell on the bed! Next day the alarm woke me up at 6:30am....ohhhhh did I mention all this was done on a thursday? and that I had to go to work the next morning? ok now you know.

I enjoyed my hangover, got drunk the night before, didn't do any stupid thing I'd regret the morning after.

I worked out ok! So I can scratch that thing from my Bucket List "Outdrinked an Irishman"

Next thing on the BL, go see my parents...I booked a quick flight to Venezuela to go there for my dad's 70th birthday. I'll be visiting family and friends for 10 days and then coming back. Looking forward to it.

Probably on my next post!

That's it for St Paddy's my dear followers....I leave you with the Pogues and "If I should Fall from Grace from God"

Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Montreal Trip, the Bucket List, the life with no regrets and more...

Hello followers! Yeah, it's been a long time, I was away but now I am back and this is a long one so you better get comfy...

If I remember correctly my last blog was about the "V-Day" and how it was my first one alone in a long long time...once that feeling passed I decided to take a escape to Montreal, the city that I called home for 7 years and I ran away from 3 ago.

I was shopping online for bus tickets and what seemed to be a good idea it started to get darker because of the ticket prices, over $150, meaning that weekend would cost me probably over $200 (not in the budget)
So I went on craigslist to see if I could get one from someone who got one and got cold feet and now he/she is selling it half price or luck!

So I got that risky adventure lil' devil on my shoulder talking to my ear...
- "what about ride share?"
- "Yeah, what about it?"
- "Why not check it out?"
- "Isn't that for crazy people and serial killers?"
- "Not really, but if that's the spirit you won't get too far on your Round The World Trip"
- "Very true!"

Click on rideshare, let's set the dates I was planning on going, leaving friday, coming back monday...there was one. Leaving friday at 6pm and coming back from Montreal at 2pm on Monday, and it leaves 2 blocks away from my work. It couldn't be better, it meant I just have to come with my backpack on friday and after work take off..we will be in Montreal around midnight.

Now I just was an email away from this "serial killer" who was going to either chop me into pieces or bore me to dead with turned out to be a girl, from Pakistan who works in my same building (what are the chances?) So after a couple of emails we arrange to have a coffee together and once we met each other we were set for take off on friday

Friday, 5:50PM I am at Wellesley subway station (the meeting point) and there she comes, with a rental car and as I am throwing my backpack in the trunk, she tells me 2 other guys are coming..and there they were...

A car with a Pakistan girl, a guy from Tanzania, a guy from Paris and myself from Venezuela..all with different backgrounds, all connected in a ride share, going to see friends/family or loved ones in Montreal for the weekend. Let me tell you we NEVER ran out of conversation subjects or jokes, we had just met but it seemed like we knew each other from years...they had all been travelling parts of the world and I felt it like such a wicked way of learning. The weather started getting nasty and it delayed our arrival, plus our holy search for Wendy's so Chris (the french dude) could have his first ever Baconator and know what life was all baconator was found!

We arrived there after 5-6 hours driving and my friend Carlos was there waiting for me at 1am (such a great friend) He is the same one I went to the dominicans with. He had the weekend off. We went back to his place about 45 minutes outside Montreal and went almost straight to bed.

The next day we woke up and went out to do some chores, we had lunch at "La Belle Province" (man how I was craving those unhealthy hot-dogs and poutine) then we came back to his place where I helped him with some computer stuff....He had already contacted his girlfriend and a friend to go out to Montreal.

They picked us up around 6ish and we drove to Montreal, we were looking for a place to eat as we were starving, then it hit me, part of my trip was to re-encounter the city where I had arrived 10 years ago, so why not go to that place where I had my first General Tao chicken ever, it was a cheap eat and the waiters are almost rushing you so they can use your spot to serve the next customer but it was great.

They all agreed and we went there, the place (Soup et Nouilles) has changed a bit. Good start. After telling them the story on how I found this place we ordered and I asked for the General Tao, when it got to the table, it looked as appetizing as 10 years ago, and it tasted exactly the same way. Time Machine right there.

We were supposed to go out and party but I think when you hit 35 your body does different stuff than what your mind thinks so instead we got some beers and wine and we went back home to watch a movie, still fun and not so cold.

The next day we woke up and have breakfast, and then we went off to meet a friend I had about 8 years or more of not seeing (silly fight between us) but it was all behind now and he was going through the magic word...yes....divorce and he has 3 kids to make it more difficult..

He was alone in Montreal with no friends, so the chance of going for some peruvian BBQ chicken was a good excuse to catch up and exchange ideas, there we were, 3 divorced men, eating chicken, telling stories and giving each other support and suggestions on how to carry on.

I think I ended convincing him to take a trip I consider it was VERY necessary for him, I realized I needed to go soon enough to Venezuela to visit my parents. Even when it means I will probably be $1000 short from the budget for my dream trip it also means I'll spend 10 days with them that will make them very happy and me too after 2 years of being the last time I went back home. I figured $1000 I can get in any moment of my life but time with my parents and friends is limited in life.

After that we went for a coffee and then back home with Carlos, where we meet the girls again for another movie and wine session. Talking with this girl it shook me to hear her saying that she had no regrets in about that? Can you imagine that? Living a life where you don't regret anything that happened to you, good or bad, sad or happy cause it was all part of a learning curve and an experience that in some way will enrich your life and teach you something...

Sign me up! Thank you blue eyed girl for that useful thought. I promise from now own, every time I feel sad about not getting something I want or having a bad moment, the No Regret Rule. So far I have been doing it and if it was an optical illusion the worries leave my mind as quick as they arrive.

Monday Morning I joined my friend for a bit of work and then he drove me to Montreal, he dropped me at St-Viateur Bagels (I had promised myself to buy a dozen to take back with me for the co-workers in Toronto) as I packed the bagels and waved goodbye I figured I had still an hour to burn so...I walked

Walked by Parc Ave, passed in front of Mont-Royal, tons of places I recognized and brought me memories, Cinema Du Parc, all the way south to the subways station where I was supposed to meet with my ride share gang, some girls smiled at me as I walked by, I smiled back, would it be I felt radiant? reinvigorated? or just the fact I was a backpacker walking around the city? I don't know but it felt good. I couldn't wait for my "dream trip"

Arrived to the station and there they were. All three of them, big smiles, a bit tired after a weekend of fun but smiling. We talked all the way back and exchanged stories. Found the Wendy's for Chris to have the Baconator. He went for a triple one and couldn't finish it. The he regretted eating it after all....

The guys felt asleep in the back and I started talking with the Pakistan girl who told me she had broke up with her 7 year fiancee right before getting married cause he had found another girl. Then I learned about The Bucket List

So far all I knew about the bucket list was there was a not too good movie with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman under the same title, 2 old folks about to die decide to to all the stuff they ever wanted before they...kick the bucket. Of course it helped Jack Nicholson was a millionaire....

In this case, no one was about to die or had a terminal ill but what if it was looked at from another perspective? What if........

After a bad relationship or a nasty break-up you decide to take a year off, to do all the stuff you ever wanted to do while being alone, trips, adventures, everything before entering in another relation that with luck will be with the right person and then develop into marriage and, house, car, dog, etc...

You would enter that next step with No Regrets because you have done everything you wanted (or pretty damn close)

So, imagine how my mind came back of that was pretty much meant to be..all the learning.

With this I can say I am working on my "Bucket List" and not having regrets in life. I made peace with Montreal and I know every time I go I will be welcomed and have something different to see or learn.

I think I will share a bit more about my Bucket List but that will be in my next post..

For now, ta-taaa! I'll leave you with a song I think it represents what this trip meant to me and How Damn Lucky I am....the explanation, well, let's let Dave Matthews do the introduction himself

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The "V-DAY"

Yes, I must admit I was nervous, the V-Day, February 14th, how was it going to be?? First Valentine's Day alone in a long LONG time, I didn't have to buy flowers, chocolates or gifts to anyone...

Well...not as painful as I thought. Just another day.

I went to work, 9-5, I left work and went straight to have a haircut (just tips cause I am planning on letting it grow) and then I went to the movies by myself. I went to see "Cedar Rapids" (which was a wrong choice) because it wasn't as funny as the trailer promised it to be.

Sneaked some junk food in the theatre (Chips, white chocolate and pop)

In fact, I am more excited about taking off to Montreal for the long weekend and seeing again some old faces I haven't seen in a while. I'd be my own tribute to celebrate my 10 years in Canada and the places I used to go...the itinerary includes (food wise)

General Tao at Soupe et Nouilles
Smoke Meat Sandwich at Schwartz's
St-Viateur Bagels

and that's just a start of what it looks like an interesting week

On Wednesday and Thursday night I'll be hitting some open jams with the band trying to get some bookings and at the same time having fun playing some covers

Then on friday after work I'll be leaving straight to Montreal and coming back on Monday night.

It should be fun....more details to come later

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Happy Anniversary #10!

As I am writing this post tonight, 10 years ago I was arriving to Canada for the first time in the middle of a snow storm. Little I knew this would be my home for the next ten years....

I was 24 and all I had back then was a backpack full of clothes, a computer and an Eric Clapton signature guitar. I see myself today and I am 34 and all I have is a backpack full of clothes, an iMac computer and a Warwick Bass....

So I will start listing all the things (good and bad) that have happened to me in these past decade and since we're talking about Canada, and if I must choose a Canadian song to accompanying your reading it  would have to be The Tragically Hip cause after's been a Long Time Running.

So click play and enjoy your reading!

After 10 years in Canada 02/06/2001 - 02/06/2011

- I learned French after a year in French School
- I lived in 2 major cities (Montreal & Toronto)
- Visited 3 provinces Quebec, Ontario & British Columbia
- I played at Cafe Campus in Montreal
- Worked at the SPCA in Montreal (it was my first job in Canada)
- Meet 2 of my best buddies Carlos and Piero
- I realized family is not as great and nice as when they are far from you
- Missed my parents almost every day
- Worked at HMV and got fired for supposedly not understanding a french customer when I thought he was looking for an "Al Green" CD when he really meant a "Halloween" CD
- Learned french people don't pronounce the "H"
- Meet my first wife
- Ate plain white rice for 2 weeks in order to save for U2 tickets
- Saw U2 first row and got both, Bono's and The Edge's guitar picks
- Lived with $400/month for a year
- Saw snow for the first time in my life
- Got my long hair braided
- Work at Safari Pet Centre at the Rockland Mall
- Answered the most stupid questions about fish to customers in the store and over the phone.
- Discovered I don't love animals but for some strange reason they DO love me
- Became a "cat person" when I was really a "dog person"
- Found out about General-Tao chicken
- Went tobogganing on Sundays to the Mont-Royal park when I had no money and spend the day there
- Worked at a Canada Post outlet with a girl with a wicked sense of humour and the finest sarcasm ever and had an asian couple as bosses which were fantastic. Also got to meet this guy that would come every week to buy a stamp with his debit card and then make a rant for us not wanting to pass his card for $0.43
- Learned I don't have Customer Service Skills
- Saw a good amount of concerts while making friends with the scalpers by bringing them sandwiches and coffee so they'd let me be always right behind them on the line-up no matter at what time I arrive
- Got a borrowed bike and biked around the city once spring came
- Worked painting and fixing apartments in order to make some extra cash
- Played with more bands in Montreal in Bars and Pubs, some of them good some others not so good
- Got a standing ovation playing Comfortably Numb at Pub-St-Paul in Montreal's Old Port
- Went to Vancouver to visit my wife's family
- Ate Poutine
- Tried the best smoked meat ever in my life at "Schwartz's"
- Got really fat
- Worked in a courier company tracking international parckages
- Went back to Venezuela for a couple of months and to teach english while staying with my parents
- Worked at Steve's Music Store in Montreal in the warehouse where I got to meet really nice people and talented musicians which whom I still keep in touch.
- Studied Audio Recording Technology at Cegep Vanier, a six month program where I became an Audio Engineer and got to learn from 3 great teachers, Pat McNeil, Glenda Rush and Nick DiTomaso
- Moved up from working in the warehouse at Steve's to the bookstore where I also got a great boss who was really nice to work with and easy going, Norm.
- I got an internship after graduating in a TV station called Nuevo Mundo TV where I worked as a Sound Editor, Sound Designer and Composer for some of their shows and promos.
- Got my first and only Mac computer (same one I am using to write this post)
- Decided to leave Montreal behind and move to Toronto
- Got transferred to Steve's in Toronto where I met my supervisor a really sweet girl with the most amazing voice for singing.
- Rented a basement apartment for 2 years
- Had to throw away bed, mattress, sheets and treat the cats because the previous apartment owner left a piece of carpet FULL of fleas from his dog that spread all over the apartment and tortured us and the cats
- Started working in an Audio Visual company called AVW-Telav
- Went to see many many concerts: U2, The Police, Van Halen, Van Haggart, The Commitments, James Brown, Morris Day and The Time, Ozzy, Eric Clapton, Roger Waters, INXS, Gogol Bordello, BajoFondo Tango Club, Victor Wooten, Marcus Miller, Genesis, Supertramp, Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Dave Matthews Band, Peter Gabriel, etc....
- Sold my Eric Clapton signature Fender Stratocaster guitar which I had since 1998.
- Got a Warwick Thumb Bass (valued $4800) for $1250 because the store was doing a bankruptcy sale
- Joined an original Latin Rock band called Gardenias and played with them for about a year with a CD release included
- Got my own website up and running
- Did some work as a Composer and Sound Recordist for some documentaries and shorts
- Discovered "King Noodle" in Chinatown, my favorite place for chicken n' chinese mushroom noodles
- Got transferred to work as an in-house technician at the Fairmont Royal York Hotel
- Played with some other bands and projects around Toronto
- Got a part time job in a bar as the Sound Technician mixing bands and doing lighting
- Went to my first musical "Evil Dead - The Musical"
- Lost my job at the bar thanks to a "friend" who took it and learned who are my friends really
- Got transferred to the Metro Convention Center as an in-house technician and became part of an Union for the first time.
- Went to Vancouver for 2 weeks to work at the Vancouver 2010 Olympic Games and visit my wife's family at the Okanagan Valley
- I was part of a wicked play called "Einstein's Wife" where I did Sound & Lighting design for the play and meet 3 really cute girls also very talented actors for a 2 week sold out run at the Fringe Festival
- Got a my first House
- Got separated and soon to be divorced
- Sold my first house
- Started working at the Canadian Musical Reproduction Rights Association (CMRRA)
- Turned 34 years old last October
- Put together a band with 4 of my best friends whom I enjoy talking to and playing music with
- I am renting a room in order to save money to take a 6-8 month trip to celebrate my 35th Birthday

This is it, pretty much in a nutshell. Ten years of apprenticeship and constant learning. The best part as always I think it is all the people I have met in these past 10 years and that either had some influence in my life or mine on theirs...lots of good and bad memories but memories at the end.

Has it been good or bad? I still don't know how to answer that question. Somedays I miss Venezuela and my friends and family, somedays I am happy to be in Canada and somedays I'd wish to be somewhere else exploring. 10 years in the same place seems like a bit too long. Maybe it is time for me to pack and keep on wandering the earth and this was just a resting stop, after all...

It's been a Long Time's well worth the wait

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Back on Stage!! Song of the Day and other stuff...

It might have taken a while but yesterday I got back on stage to play 5 songs with the cover band I've been rehearsing for the past 3 months, it didn't matter if it was an open jam, or if there were about 10 people in the crowd, or if the bar owners never showed up to check us out and arrange a booking.

We all 5 were there, eager to play and the chemistry was amazing!

Songs we played:

Give me one Reason
Fortunate Son
Bad Romance
Message in a Bottle

People were happy and having a good time (yeah all 10 of them) but the most important thing, I felt great. I felt like a big load was taken off my shoulders, no worries for those 20 minutes, we even made some mistakes and they were no biggie, good saves from the whole band to make them unnoticeable to the audience...

Two Venezuelans, one Shri-Lankan, one Asian and a Polish. Weird blend but the best results.

We'll start hitting some more "Open Jams" around the city to test skills and take off some rust plus it might be an opportunity to get some paid gigs and get back in action as a part time musician. Just what I need!

Also at work, I think in an involuntary way I kinda created a game. It's called "the song of the day" and it all started by talking with my supervisor about my passion of scoring for films and how music and moods go hand by hand or you can describe your mood with certain song...not only we tested each other but she managed to get the rest of the department involved. There was some Kings of Lion, Carmina Burana and some other choices...mine....?

Can't you Hear me Knocking by the Stones

I can't get enough of those congas and that latin vibe jam at the end with the sax..the chorus is the best.

Snowstorm today but it wasn't as bad as everyone predicted it'd be, kinda made me think some more about my trip, where would I be if I get stuck in a snow storm. It made me realize I really need to plan where it is going to be "Point A" and "Point B" depending on the season I choose to travel.

Well, that sounds like material for another post so you'll have to take a rain check on that one.

Feeling good again guys/girls...thanks to music and friends' support as always

Next time I promise I'll have some pictures or videos to share with you

Til' then

Rock n' Roll!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Feelin Alright, I'm not feeling too good myself...

OK, Im back and as I promised on the past blog, this one will be better

I just realized so far I haven't shared any information about music with you guys, I've been listening to it all along but not letting you know what music is ruling my moods during this process...and it doesn't make justice to the title of this blog

Well, let's start by this morning when I woke up with "Feelin Alright" in my head. I was dying to hear that song and I didn't have it on me. I woke up late and I had to run so no chance on streaming it via youtube while checking my emails...I only know bits of the lyrics so I couldn't sing it to myself...just humming it.

I couldn't wait to get to work where I would pull the CD from the library and read the lyrics from the CD jacket to try to understand why this one would be the song of the day, the meaning...

Arrived at 8:50am, turned on the computer, checked database, found the album, went to the library, pulled it out, came back to my desk, popped-it-in, advance to song #6, "Mad Dogs & English Man" gimme all you got!

It was a revelation...I was following the lyrics while listening to the song and I could feel identified to them and my present state of mind. If I wanted to express how I was feeling today, I couldn't have described it for those of you not familiar with the song or lyrics, let me share them with you

Thanks Dave Mason for such a wonderful song (definitely you must have gone through for what I am going through right now....and came out alive and well)

FEELIN’ ALRIGHT – Joe Cocker / Dave Mason

Seems I got to have a change of scene
Cause every night I have the strangest dream
Imprisoned by the way, yeah, it could’ve been
Left here on my own or so it seems
I got to leave before I start to scream
But someone's locked the door and took the key

Feelin' alright, (uh oh)
Not feelin' too good myself, (uh oh) 
Feelin' alright, (uh oh)
Not feelin' that good myself, (uh oh)

Boy you sure took me for one big ride
Even now I sit and I wonder why
And when I think of you I stop myself from cryin’
I Just can’t waste my time I must get by
Got to stop belivin' in all your lies
Cause there’s too much to do before I die

Feelin' alright, (uh oh)
Not feelin' too good myself, (uh oh) 
Oh no, Feelin' alright, (uh oh)
Not feelin' that good myself, (uh oh)

(Feelin’ alright) Don't you get too lost in all I say
Yeah, but at the time you know I really felt that way
But that was then and now you know it’s today
I can't escape I guess I'm here to stay
’til someone comes along to take my place
With a different name and a different face

Well dear followers, this is the start of the healing process. Things seem to become more clear every day.

We'll keep in touch but for all of you who are/were worried about me recently, rest assured I am...

"Feelin' Alright"

Monday, January 24, 2011

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

 Oh well....if you have seen this movie you may know where I am coming from and what to expect!

Today I've been thinking about this movie all day long, funny enough this is the only movie I have been able to put up with Jim Carrey and his rubber face and now I am debating if I'd go for the same procedure he wanted to go to erase his ex from his mind.

I knew this day would come, just I didn't expected to come this soon but yesterday a really good friend of mine told me he/she saw my ex outside a movie theatre hugging and kissing another man last tuesday....they seemed to be having so much fun and like they've known each other for a long time was the description of the scene....

"You must have been blind to not see it coming" - you might be saying right now, well yes, a bit...but specially when I saw her the thursday after that "tuesday" to finish signing some papers and she played the innocent card looking worried and pretending to be a bit unstable.

Am I pissed? nahhhh. Dissapointed? nahhh, Sad? nahhh (I swear, no to all the above) The word I am looking for is "Liberated". It brings me a huge peace of mind to know all this time I was honest and truthful. I followed my instincts about not hating or turning bitter towards her and it was the right choice all along. Do I want to become/stay best friends? HELL NO!

Careful, do not think I hate not like that at all! but "friends?" that's a really important word for me, I can count all my friends with all ten fingers of my hand, they are extremely special and they have earned their spot in my heart all these years with trust, honesty, loyalty and support. We have had fights, difficult times, some periods of distance from each other but at the end, we're just a phone call away.

I can't remember any of my friends lying to hard as I can think, nothing like that comes to my mind, but her...well....the reasons for this breakup to have place were that she needed time and space, she was leaving away to work in the army, she wasn't ready to date again and she hated men! It doesn't seem to be what my friend saw last tuesday night...

At the end....good for her! Hope she's happy!

"Are you some kind of Masochist f...?" Not really...I rather know that she's happy and already found someone that maybe keep on thinking the idea that the decision we took was the wrong one and we're both suffering on our end. She already found someone else, that just means IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON!

Now, the second question would be...Am I ready to date? Hmmmmm tough one...

I'd rather say no, I rather enjoy being with myself a little bit be honest, I have never had the chance to be alone and this is my opportunity. The whole idea of this blog was to document the progress of a man who's had his heart broken and the healing process while preparing for a 6-8 month trip where he hopes he'll find himself and some answers....that means traveling alone, so I can consider this training.

I must admit i find the idea of spending too much time with myself a bit terrifying, what if I like it so much that I don't miss being in the company of someone else?

I don't think it will get to that point but one thing for sure....I am enjoying my alone time right now.

I will do erase her pictures from the Facebook, I may even erase the whole Facebook account and little by little from my mind. I don't think I will gat cold feet like Jim Carrey did towards the end of the movie, that's the difference, this is not a movie, it is real life and when someone hurts you in real life you just want him/her erased from your system.

Well readers....this is it for this 4th post, thing will get better for the next one I promise :)

For one door that closes another one opens and this door just got slammed!

The last one to leave, please turn off the light.....

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The Domino effect and other things....

Wow, how to start this third post....? Let me try to find the words as I go...

It's unreal how since my last post I have heard from 5 close friends who are in different parts of the world and they have all contacted me to let me know they are either getting divorced or breaking up....being dumped or dumping someone...2 of them even called me THE SAME DAY!!!

Did I jinx them? I'd like to think not, but one think I'm pretty sure about is that watching some couples from the "single point of view" is been completely different than when I was with's almost like I've been given the super hero powers of X-Rays (ok, that's my inner nerd talking out loud)

But I seem to see things I never saw before, like them not being totally happy or couples on the street fighting for the most silly things. Could it have been that I didn't notice because at one moment I was doing the same things and thinking it was normal behaviour?

3 months have changed me a lot, I can't say I am fully recovered (I am a human being after all) but I do see things much clear now and why sometimes as much as it hurts, things must come to an end...

Are all people meant to be together or with someone? I believe yes...but you must put a hell of an expedition search in order to find that special one who will accept you exactly the way you are, fat, skinny, pretty, ugly, interesting or boring. It doesn't matter, but he/she should be willing to accept the fact of who you are and most importantly, we should accept the fact of who they are and love them for who they are!

A friend of mine (or like the Dude Lebowski would say: "My special lady friend, man") told me something it made a mark when I was debating if I had lost 9 years of my life on the wrong person. She said "She wasn't the person for all your life, she was just the person for 9 years of your life. The contract has expired and it's time to move on"

The Dalai Lama couldn't have said it better! Maybe people DO have expiration dates, don't we do the same thing with all the material possessions we have in life once we get bored of them? When we got and Atari we switched for Intellivision, then Colleco, then Nintendo, then Sega Genesis, then X-Box, then Play Station 1, 2, 3....(then my inner geek came out again and started talking out loud)

What if the same rule applied to people and the person we love??

Well, obviously I am not an expert on the subject otherwise I would continue being "happily ever after"
but I do wanna share some of the great advice I got from closer friends, people I know and strangers...if you are reading them and recognize any of as yours, feel very proud because they did help me a lot to see things more clearly and feel as strong as I do now

So, dear friends from Mexico, Spain, Canada and Venezuela (you know who you are) these are for you.

- "She wasn't the one for the rest of your life, she just was the one for 9 years of it"
- "Things happen for a reason, you might not see it now, but soon you will"
- "Bitches be crazy"
- "You once were a lawyer, it is time you start thinking like one now"
- "Divorce is both harder and easier than people make it out to be"
- "Do you want me to jump on a plane and be there next week?"
- "If it hurts, it's totally normal, it is because you're human"
- "Do you want me to kick the shit out of her?"
- "Life's a bitch x 2 sometimes"
- "Take the time to enjoy being with yourself"

and last but no least...."What do you want to do? What would make you happy?"

I have to give special mention to a book I found by fluke. It is called "Storms Can't Hurt the Sky" by Gabriel Cohen. I read it back to back in 4 days while doing long tedious commutes from "Jokeville" to Toronto. It reassured to me that I had taken the right path by choosing not to hate and fill myself with anger. Less baggage to carry with me and it kinda made me put myself in the other person's shoes for certain moments to help understand her point of view and accept the ending results.

More important, the difference between taking some deserved time and distance without keeping in contact and hating or being bitter with the person who might have hurt you. Very important to know.

Friends, you know you can count on me, anytime, anywhere, anyway. You were there for me!

Pay it Forward!

Monday, January 10, 2011

A bit of recap (Part 1) - The Dominican Republic

Greetings from sunny San Pedro de Macoris friends

After crashing at my brother's place (who I am truly thankful) I have decided that to stay in Toronto alone and sobbing during Christmas and New Years would be an emotional suicide and as I expressed to my good friend Carlos "I much rather shovel sand than snow"

I rush once day after work to the travel agency close to my workplace and narrowed the options down to 2. New Orleans or The Dominican Republic, I had about 15 minutes to make up my mind and the sun, merengue and beaches won over the swamps, jazz and alligators. I am glad I made this decision.

In order to get a cheap (and I mean cheap) last minute deal my flight left on the 24 at 10pm arriving in Montreal at 11pm, this means I'd spend Christmas Eve alone in the Montreal airport just with my backpack, my ipod and a book until my flight leaves from Montreal to Punta Cana at 7am. Same deal for the return, it leaves Punta Cana on January 1st at 1:15 and goes to Montreal, then 1 hour transfer and Toronto at 7:45. I know people they hate to do transfers and stops and love to flight direct but in my case, my philosophy is why give any extra money to the airline company that you can use at your destination, so if stopping makes me save $500 so be it!

I arrange with my friend Carlos (who was flying on the 26 from Montreal) to meet there. His family was so kind to borrow a car and pick me up like royalty at the airport after a 2.5 hour drive from their town in San Pedro. Boy were they glad to see me. The jokes started right there when they forgot my name and they started yelling at me "Salvador, Salvador" instead of Sebastian...

Carlo's sister Jennie started driving, she was the only one from the whole greeting committee of 7 who came to pick me up and she didn't own a car so her driving skills were nearly as good as her intentions, so in the first "pee stop" I decided to ask politely if she was tired and she wanted me to take over the wheel for a while, she mentioned that I didn't know the roads which is true but at the same time I was so sure I could do a better job and she agreed. Well, the adventure started there. Nothing like driving in an unknown place to make you feel good, I was channeling my hero Charlie Boorman on one of the episodes of By Any Means while driving a 4x4 on the worst dirt roads I've been in my life.

I wish I have had a video camera to document a bit the driving. We stopped along the way to buy sweets and cheese and we took the wrong turn, which made a 2.5 hour drive turn into a 5 hour drive. But we never ran out of subjects to talk and laugh and we ended arriving at sunset.

The next day my friend Carlos arrived and what came after that was 8 days of fun and beaches I was so much in need to forget a bit what I was going through with the separation.

Things we did in San Pedro in a nutshell

- Went 2 days to a beach called Juan Dolio (where I got sunburnt like a Lobster)
- Went to a baseball game to see the local team kicked ass (9-2) Go Estrellas!
- Ate one of the best Paellas in a long long time
- Drink rhum and beer on the streets of San Pedro (which is not forbidden like in Canada)
- Dance Merengue and Perico Ripiao and confirming the fact that I wasn't made to dace Reggaeton
- Have an amazing week with a family who treated me like their own by spoiling me and making sure I was having a great time 24/7. It's so nice to travel to a new place and make new friends so fast.

I must add that I had to make use of my cooking skills and fulfill some request of Arepas (the typical Venezuelan dish) which became really popular among the locals who kept on inviting new people everyday to the house to try them and kept me in the kitchen long enough to at least feed 25 people.

It was a truly pleasure to cook for such nice people and to contribute to the New Year's feast with some gourmet Shrimp Empanadas with a Guasacaca dip that it would have made chef Gordon Ramsay suck his fingers..Bloody Hell mate!

The day of my return I learned something new (taught by my friend Carlos) I am normally used to sad goodbyes where everyone comes to hug you and kiss you, this time we woke up really early and although most of the people were awake, no one left the room. The explanation behind it, no one wanted to be sad by seeing me leave. They wanted to keep in their minds a last memory of dancing, eating, joking and not crying, hugging and waving goodbye to someone they dont know when they will see again. Totally understandable. Made me think that I wish I have had that knowledge when my relationship was ending so we could leave on a high note with good memories instead of bitterness and sadness. Lesson learned for the future.

Special Thanks to: Jennie, Mayra, Illa, Jesmauri, Rachel, Naomi, Tellerias, Cesarina and whoever name I am forgetting for a really special week that I'd never forget and it was the best formula to start the new year 2011 with the right foot and high hopes!!

And here we go....

OK, my name is Sebastian and I have decided finally to start a blog. The reason?? a Broken Heart!

After almost 9 years of marriage we're getting separated and as much as it is a bit (or a lot) of a shocker I have decided to document the healing process by writing on this blog all the day by day feelings and experiences I will encounter in the future..

I will have to recap a little bit since I should have had started back in October 2010, but whoever has gone through a breakup will sympathize with me by understanding that at the very beginning, writing a blog is not on the priority list of things to do...

The title of this blog? well, it is made from the two things I love the most in this life and the ones I believe will help me to overcome this rough path I am going through at the moment

I have been a musician since the age of 14 (almost 20 years now) were I have played in diverse bands and projects of all kinds

Ever since I left my hometown Venezuela, I have developed an itch for travelling and exploring new places, I have had the opportunity of visiting some places in the comfort of planes and hotels but after watching TV shows like: Long Way Round, Long Way Down and By Any Means I've been desiring to grab the backpack and take off to wander new places and new people, new cultures, new food and collect experiences from all over the world

So, thank you very much for reading and supporting this dude on his romantic journey of self discovery and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I should enjoy writing it.