Back from 70K 2020, Round X
My mind is cotton soaked in alcohol, my body bloated with excess, my soul is restless.
What a party.
It has finally ended. Five years. Of savings. Of sacrifices. Of hard work. Of hard partying. Of great new friendships. Of love. So much love. So much more love than I have ever felt before.
And now it feels like the cruising has ended. As if each iteration was the process of planting seeds. The soil now feels flush with them, and sprouts come all about. There would always be more to do, but we'd be doing more of the same.
And I don't really want to do more of the same.
I believe that has been the theme of my life. To constantly be treading new ground, even if at the expense of becoming an expert in any single field. To constantly be pushing myself towards new discoveries.
There's no other high. It took five years for the cruise to feel like "done" to me.
New festivals sit in the horizon. Opportunities that are closer by, within easier reach. Less effort, perhaps smaller rewards. But new rewards nonetheless.
First, it's time to consolidate my experiences where it all could have begun, but didn't: back home in Portugal. 23rd SWR Barroselas Metalfest. All about the extreme metal. None of that candy covered shit. A small festival, surrounded by nature and good natured people. In it, filthy, aggressive music. A chance to discover new friends.
Later on, still within nature, my second run at MetalDays in Slovenia. Their last time at that location. Huge, huge line-up. A chance to reconnect with old boat friends. Feels like another turn of chapter. What will happen next?
In all of this, Anna and I.
I'm blessed.
What a party.
It has finally ended. Five years. Of savings. Of sacrifices. Of hard work. Of hard partying. Of great new friendships. Of love. So much love. So much more love than I have ever felt before.
And now it feels like the cruising has ended. As if each iteration was the process of planting seeds. The soil now feels flush with them, and sprouts come all about. There would always be more to do, but we'd be doing more of the same.
And I don't really want to do more of the same.
I believe that has been the theme of my life. To constantly be treading new ground, even if at the expense of becoming an expert in any single field. To constantly be pushing myself towards new discoveries.
There's no other high. It took five years for the cruise to feel like "done" to me.
New festivals sit in the horizon. Opportunities that are closer by, within easier reach. Less effort, perhaps smaller rewards. But new rewards nonetheless.
First, it's time to consolidate my experiences where it all could have begun, but didn't: back home in Portugal. 23rd SWR Barroselas Metalfest. All about the extreme metal. None of that candy covered shit. A small festival, surrounded by nature and good natured people. In it, filthy, aggressive music. A chance to discover new friends.
Later on, still within nature, my second run at MetalDays in Slovenia. Their last time at that location. Huge, huge line-up. A chance to reconnect with old boat friends. Feels like another turn of chapter. What will happen next?
In all of this, Anna and I.
I'm blessed.