It works! I stared at the sun rising from on top of the bed. I stared at the sun setting in the sea. Every morning and every evening. Everyday. For as long as in my sight. Boom, stared! And I’m telling you, it does things to you as very few other things could. Few? Try none. There’s only one sun and it’s here for us (for each and every one of us!) everyday. Not only to take pictures of it, but to inject us with what we all secretly crave for: serotonin. Yes, you crave for it, my friend, even if you don’t know or recognise it. It is the hormone of happiness. Pretty cool, no?
Serotonin must be increasing, also, when you finish up packing for the ten days beach vacation to Greece and the suitcase is super light. A carry-on light. What? Well, I had the awesome idea to pack my partner-in-kissing’s clothes and mine in just one luggage. He laughed at me, so I made a bet right then and there: I am making mine into a carry on! More laughter kicked in. I am currently eating my pizza while writing this. I won! Double the serotonin: wise packing and pizza.
In order to fit into a carry-on and feel good – which is easier when looking good, we all know that – I had to put some strategy into it: something that takes little space in the already little place called a carry-on suitcase, yet something big enough to cover the whole body if, say, we wanted to. Dresses and jumpsuits! Same. Here comes one reason I love them both for: it’s so easy to just throw any of them on and go. Literally. One other reason is that both a dress and a jumpsuit feel like a lover hugging you all day. A lover’s hands all over your body all day. Or night. Therefore naked. A love story. Serotonin.
Unlike a bikini set. A bikini set feels like a fling. A Summer Love. Justin.
Beachwear is simple wear: tiny little things that would fit into my bag even. I would, however, have to empty it on the way back home for it would have been filled up with memories of the full moon nights, the beautiful strangers met on the beach, the stories they shared, the sun I am taking home with us.
The train of thought is in the captions below. Oh, oh.
Essentials: flip-flops, sandals, sneakers (worn on the plane, they’re the heaviest), a jumper (it is September) that goes with anything in the carry-on, 2 striped long sleeved tops (that go with anything, we know that stripes are neutrals), 2 long dresses, a short dress, a short jumpsuit, a long jumpsuit, 2 skirts, shorts and bikinis.
I now get the thing with the luggage. Really get. I have to outsmart it. Then, whilst on trip, just pick the exact items I’d already thought of and, as quickly as possible, get out the door to:
1. Soak up in the sun and read (I still haven’t found the ideal solution to both get a tan and read a book without turning blind).
2. Watch the sunset and actually watch it with my eyes, not through the filter of the camera.
3. Meet the beautiful people and get into their OZ, their stories, visit the world with them. Through imagination.
4. Eat the good food and try not to eat too much at night, in order to fully enjoy one big, nice, rich breakfast. Jees, I love hotel breakfasts. And rainbows.
5. Just be.
6. Explore the surroundings when not being lazy. The things you could see when not being lazy might blow your mind. There is plenty of time to be lazy on Saturdays. At home.
Guess what day it is today and where I am now.