The Weekend #1

– Where I write about my weekend, weekly. –

 

May 9th 2014

Rainy season already started here in Panama. Not gonna lie, I’m really happy about it. As a kid, I would always go out in the rain and dance to Michael Jackson’s songs that weren’t even playing. I would also picture myself in a wedding dress, getting married under the rain. I was a strange child (that still holds her fantasies, to be honest).

I will always prefer rain over sun. I hate the beach, which is kind of contradiction since I lived in a place with the most beautiful beaches in the world. Don’t get me wrong, crystal water is a beautiful sight, with fish of all colours swimming around white sand; however, the heat, sweat and algae touching my skin is not appealing to me anymore. Whenever I go to the beach, I bring a book with me, and I’ll most likely stay in the boat. It’s quite funny when I tell someone my dislike towards beaches. Their eyeballs look as if they are going to pop out at any second, and I get anxious over a fly getting in their open mouth. I don’t really know why they are so surprised though. I don’t think its something shocking.

Anyways, let’s talk about serious business here. The rain is amazing. It creates the best atmosphere for reading, writing, singing, dancing, and basically everything. It makes the universe far more interesting, and it relaxes you to the point where you feel like the raindrops falling from the sky. (side note: I do NOT trust people who won’t go under the rain with me, giving no explanation of why they don’t like rain.) The first real rain that I saw here in Panama was this Tuesday May 6th, double period of humanities. I felt so jealous of 8B, because they got to do P.E under the rain. And we didn’t. And that sucked. 

Now, here is where the things get tricky. I love lighting, but I’m afraid of thunder. The deafening sound is just too much for me. It all happened somewhere when I was eight. The way I got this irrational fear is a blur for me, but I really don’t care about that. I’m just remembering how scared I felt when a thunder crashed, and how they gave me horrible nightmares. I don’t want to fear them, because I really love rain. And every good storm comes with loud thunder. 

I’m writing this because I’m both excited and scared of rainy season. Is really frustrating, loving something you are afraid of. Oh well, I guess I’ll just enjoy the rain, and when the first thunder comes, I’ll just put my headphones on.

Update May 10th 2014

I just want to clarify something. I love boats, and sea. But I hate the beach. I don’t know, you go figure. I grew up in a Grand Banks, and in Venezuela I always went to some islands to stay in the boat. I never went to the beach, because we had enough with living in our own floating house. I don’t know, its just really hard for me to actually have fun in the beach.

Why do I say this? Well, today I went to Colon, to the Gatún Locks. My dad is going to bring his Grand Banks from Venezuela, and he thinks that is way better to tie it up in the Atlantic sea. Everything was absolutely beautiful, and the scent of sea salt sent a huge torrent of memories from my hometown. And then I felt guilty for writing that I hated it, so here I am, explaining myself.

I still hate the beach though, and that won’t change.