Every traveller dreams about an endless trip. An adventure lost in space and time. Some kind of an odyssey – I dare to say! -, wherein the pleasure of discovery turns different every day. Nevertheless, even a daily change can become a routine, which sounds a paradox right?
When I travel, I believe it´s important to invest some time in a place, in a way to make me feel at home. As I wrote previously, I always dreamed about a long trip, without a defined term. A trip that allows me ‘to be more open to meet new people from different cultures, their traditions and ways of living‘. Counting now two months ‘on the road’, I have to admit that one of the most interesting moments I had was a remembrance of Lisbon.
This nostalgic instant happened while in Yerevan. Spending five days in the historical armenian capital, I stayed in a friendly guesthouse situated right in the city center. In a 3 minutes walk I was in Republic Square and, unexpectedly, every 5 minutes I was in Monumental, a movie theather in Lisbon.
Dear reader, you must be lost! Here comes the map-explanation: what happened was simple, thanks to the metro passing under this cozy guesthouse, we could feel the train sound and shake inside the room. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmm, rrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…
Even if it wasn´t the most desirable sound to hear (specially at night, but only until 11pm), the truth is: this situation reminded me of many cinema sessions I had in Monumental. In this movie theater in Saldanha you can also feel Lisbon metro´s trains. With a little difference: there is turbulence every 5 minutes but until 1am.
Despite the situation, I had a great stay in this guesthouse. After so many weeks travelling, it´s interesting how I felt comfortable to be back in my city. Travelling has everyday the power to surprise. It´s, in true, a complete activity: fortunately, it takes you out of the comfort zone but, on the other hand, travel also makes you confirm your roots and the identity you carry from all the experiences you have passed and lived in your life.
* This title was based on Lumiére´s movie ‘L’Arrivée d’un Train À la Ciotat’. According to the myth, in its first public showing, which took place in Paris, in january 1896, the audience was so overwhelmed by the moving image of a life-sized train coming directly at them that people screamed and ran away. Me and my girlfriend had almost the same reaction on the first time we heard the metro in our lovely room in Yerevan.
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