Scotland has taught me to appreciate sunny days. I used to take them for granted. Actually, I never thought much of them. But here, when the sky is blue and the wind is calm, it feels like a terrible waste not to take a walk outside, specially along the beach.
Last Saturday was one of these days (in fact, I can’t really complain, because we have had quite a few of them lately). My friends who live in a nearby town came to pick me up and we spent a most wonderful afternoon walking around the beach, having tea, chatting. In the evening, I cooked for them some typical Brazilian food and they all seemed to like it – well, they are so adorable that they would never let me know if they didn’t.
It is just so funny that I’ve grown so fond of these people. We can talk and laugh for hours, but we can also sit in comfortable silence and have a cup of coffee. I feel like bit by bit they have become my family in this foreign but beloved country.
I don’t know what will happen when I return home. I do hope we can stay in touch, but this long distance friendships rarely last. I know it will not be the same for sure. So one might ask what is the point in making friends while traveling? Why invest in relationships that are doomed to fade? Doesn’t it make saying good bye harder, getting attached to people?
I say we are humans. We need to bond. Maybe having friends will make leaving more difficult, but it will certainly be worth it. All the moments I spent here, all the afternoons in the old bookshop, all the cups of coffee, all the books and poems and illustrations and rides, and that walk on the beach on a sunny Saturday, have changed me a little. And if I’m unable to carry my friends back home with me, I will most certainly carry the moments and how they shaped me.