travel rants...

(originally written by hand...)

It's almost fear, one of those times in which you feel a lot, but cannot really tell what's going on inside... adrenaline rush... of course it's not the 1st time I've flown across the country or taken a plane, but still it's always the same... the feeling of walking through those gates that separate the "loved ones" and the ones that are going away. Walking down the aisles, looking for the proper gate.... and then... the waiting.

Some people sleep it over, they may not really be tired, but they just numb their anxiety by sleeping and this separating themselves from the comming reality... they are "leaving on a jet plane", such an innatural thing if you ask me... still, they have managed to convice us all that it's feasible, so we believe... and so it can fly.

I wonder what else could we do if we could just believe on it collectibly...

... Always hated saying goodbye... that's why I didn't do it with most people in my life... I said goodbye with a hug to my mom, dad and my brother... that is always bitter sweet, I know it's only for a couple of weeks, but still, there is always "that" eerie feeling, that just doesn't let me let go that easily.

(I miss my computer... a keyboard, writing by hand is o much slower... looks kind of cool though, but still).

The waiting room is pretty much empty, I was planning on sending a bunch of text messages through my cell phone to a bunch of people, but there is no reception here... I bet it won't work in Canada either... I will use it as a watch at least. (I don't like having things around my wrists).

... I don't want to stop writting, because it's the one thing that is keeping me sane... awake. But I will because I am not making any sense... I'll try and read or maybe "sleep it off" just like everyone around me.

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The plane got, after all, filled... yet I don't think it was such a great acomplishment since it's one of the smallest planes I've ever seen. When I saw it I though it could probably make it to Puerto Vallarta or some place close like that... but houston?... man I am kind of having second thoughts about it...

So far I've had cool conversations with a nice old lady (there is always one around) and which a cool girl that felt the same way about the size of the plane... he he he... it was fun to talk about it... now let's see how the darn thing flies.

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After a while the little guy did it... I believe there was some turbulence at a point, and they served some kind of meal too, but I trully couln't tell since I was asleep most of the time. (I guess I didn't miss that gb game after all, right alex?).

Now, arriving to another country is always fun, but it's even better when you get to houston at 8:30 and your next plane leaves at 8:44!!!!... now that's exciting.

You have to go through customs, inmigration, get your luggage, put it somewhere else, and then RUN LIKE CRAZY in one of the largest airports in the world... (gasp.. gasp... damned asthma!!)... but I made it!!... yay!!!... (gasp).

This plane is so much larger, does feel like a plane...

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There is something about flying at night that I just love... all those flickering lights down at the ground... people, lives being lived. I focus in a point and see a dad getting home after work, in another an angry woman is yelling at her husband, and right over there is a party with a bunch of teens, one of them wants to declare his love tho the girl in the couch... but he won't... (sigh). There are some sad lights too, for some reason I know there is an uncle molesting his nice right there, and over there a grown man is crying like a child, holding the hand of his dead father next to a bed in the county hospital. But such is life and such is humanity.

When isee all those lights from up above I unverstand why God made us, we are so amusing. And aswell I can't stop thinking that, just as a bunch of cells make an organ, the lot of us make a larger system. Being a part of the system makes it hard to tell which is it that we are, but I just know it. Just like my liver's cell aren't aware that they are part of my liver, and they just "are" as best as they can, I think we humans just are... I wonder what we are though.

It's hard to fall asleep knowing that there are so many lights to feel... during the day youy see an "earth" colored ground, with greens and browns all over the place... it's at night when our prescence becomes apparent, coloring with bright lights places that would other wise be surrounded by darkness.

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Yay!!... I made it to edmonton!!!... new country!!!...