I won’t
forget the day he left Brasilia for the first time. We were both in a line
towards the check in balcony. We were not speaking. We were quiet, waiting for
his turn. I just remember my body was asking me not to let his go. I wanted our
skins together till the last moment before he embarks. It was like I could not
stop hugging him and each hug was essential to give us strength and making us
believe that was not a goodbye. Crazy shit.
Seeing him
entering in the departing room was painful. Looking at his japanese/peruvian eyeys,
also in pain, was painfull. But something was telling me we were entering in a
special situation. We were entering in a new world, where both wanted to live
in by themselves even though we did not have a glue of what we would find in
future, and that was special for itself, that was believing in something big again.
And, well, speaking for myself… I was trustless I would feel such a thing one
day.
But, well, I
fell in love with this shy guy. He fell in love with me. We used to write to
each other every day, like, very big emails, with questions and curiosity. It
was also a nice fase to tell each other the reaction of our family and friends
after knowing we were having a long distance relationship. That we were in
love. We used to act like two fools, talking about the magic it was that for us.
It was a great time in our relationship, where everything were like flowers,
pure paxion, saudades, vontade, all new, all great, all pure and very possible,
just like heaven.
After one or
two weeks he got to buy his tickets to come again (in 2 moths or more) and I remember
counting days, hours, minutes, seconds. I remember what I felt, I remember that
I was the most happy girl in world. Waiting for him was a ritual and a
preparation to make him find home in me. And I would finally find home in his
arms, teki like that.
By the way,
that was a peculiar time in my life. All was flowing well with job and family
and all. He came to give me even more light.
Then, little
by little our first problems got to us.
Problems with conexion, problems with the texting stuff, expensive calls,
expensive tickets, lack of time to fit a little travel inside the work routine.
But nothing seemed to let us down. He were coming and all was ok. We were
finding our own dynamic, as a couple who were living a long distance
relationship, and also as Vic and Pree.
Language.
English language came to help us. I could not understand his English without
asking twice about the same sentence he had just spoken. He is not good with the past tense and I was not that good with the vocabulary.
Although I have lived in England, I kind of forgot lot of important and quotidian
words. But we got to understand each other very well after some time and helping
each other. Sometimes, nobody would understand us in world, but we would.
We started
knowing each other very well. He started realizing I was not that calm I looked
like. I was anxious. Meanwhile, I started realizing he was really being honest
when said he used to forget things, being a bit slow. He is the most slow person
in world. But the most lovely one too.
He came
again. I was in heaven again. I introduced him to more friends, who loved his
shy and also nice way to behave. He has some fans nowadays.
He used to
take care of Chico, my cat, while I was working. Getting home was happiness.
Them both waiting for me.
So cute to
see him worried about his clothes in the day I was about to take him to have
lunch in my parents house… He was nervous like hell. Sweet.
I took him to
Chapada dos Veadeiros, we rented a big house and it was so good to wake up
listening to the birds outside and him by myside… The trackings, the Waldomiro’s
cachaças, our friends together, all great.
I remember I was trying to show him
great landscapes in Cerrado. He was enjoying a lot, but not amazed and I was
kind of disappointed with that. (Once I got to Peru I understood what would be to be amazed with
the landscapes around, course. Not that Cerrado is not beautiful. But there is
something magical about Peru Lands. The Gods’s land).
And, well, he
had to come back to Peru. One more bye, one more crying. I remember we were taking a
shower together, crying like fools under the shower. It used to be damn sad the day before. It
still is, but in another way. Maybe even more deep, even more painfull, but calmer.
Before
leaving, Victor told me he would still be responsible for the next travels to
Brazil. He works as a freelancer, what allowed and allows him to come often. But
that was getting too expensive for him, I knew it, and I don’t even remember
for sure when it was, but we decided we had to be equal on this traveling
thing. So I gave up on my Uruguay tickets to go to Peru in the end of 2010, and
also went to Argentina. After the pampas argentines, went to Lima, to be in his
land for the first time.
Meeting his
family was amazing. His mother, so vivid, always dancing and cooking so many nice Peruvian foods. His
street… he had a street. ;) And it was a sweet street.
He had
brothers, Kike, Lalo. He had a sister-in-law, he had a father, he had a
step-father, he had nephews, he had good and great and funny friends, he had a
room. I love his room. Our room.
Knowing his
city and his country was really remarkable. First, because he toke me into a
romantic travel and the first thing he invited me to do was going to a football
stadium. Second that we had strange facts happened in there.
And 3 that I got
in love with his country right there, even though it did not seem at first,
because of all the troubles we passed through in this first travel. Haha. It
was our first travel in Peru, to Cuzco. And he will continue from here, to write
about our first travel in Peruvian lands and my first time in Lima. Se vira, amorzão.
