Relaxation At Its Best

The island of Morro de Sao Paulo was a perfect getaway after the intense energy that is Carnaval. Being surrounded by so much beautiful scenery with my nine brothers and sisters in travel almost felt more like a vacation than part of the Smirnoff Experience. I know that my bedroom became like my own personal resort palace, as it was quiet, breezy and directly faced the sea. Looking out at the view never became boring. It served as a time of reflection as to where I am on this trip. I’d have to say, honestly, that I needed to be re-inspired. Sure, we cover nightlife and it’s the best gig in the world. But little things that I used to do back home, like go to the movies or run to the market to pick up items for another Friday Night with the fellas, are all starting to weigh down on me. No, I’m not ready to go home just yet. But I am missing home now more than ever.
The good thing about Morro de Sao Paulo was that it was the first time on the trip that I could feel free to just let my mind go and be free. Sure, there’s always work of some form that needs to be done and there are always beautiful people awaiting our arrival and the fun to begin, but this was different. It was a moment of surrealism during this year that’s been a montage of random unexpectedness. And what a coincidence that this trip comes right before the halfway point has been reached.
On the island I joked to myself by wondering if I’ll ever get acclimatised to a shifting seasonal schedule when I get back home since I left in summer and will be returning in summer and it’ll be hot in most of the countries I visit in the next six months.