If only the background music would stop playing. It hurts my ears. What is it anyways? I bet Adriana Iris would now. Not because she has bad taste in music, in fact she keeps introducing me to new music on her blog that I learn to love. She just knows things like this; I bet she would know what music is messing up this almost perfect moment.
I just landed in New York from San Francisco and the overnight flight feels like a hangover.
As I’m sitting next to the airport window with 3 more hours to kill before my flight departs to Jamaica I get a chance to see the sunrise.
Planes parade in front of it. They seem to ignore the sun coming out to say good morning. When I see a sunrise all I can do is stay still and take it all in.
The sun shines on them like a big yellow streetlight. Red means stop, green means go and yellow means go faster according to my friend Alex. Maybe that’s why even though is only 5 am everyone in the airport seems to be in a rush.
I feel the warmth of the sun in my face. Nice to know that no matter where I go the sun will be there. I wonder how will I see it in Jamaica, will it look like the NY sun? The sun will not change but my view of it just might.
To be in a different country is an experience very different than to be at home. On my way to the airport my son shed some tears because of my departure. I asked him why he was sad if I travel every now and then and he seems to be fine with it. He said, “well you are going out of the country and I just want you to be safe.”
To what I answered, honey we are immigrants; we come from a different country. I will be ok. However his words stuck with me.
I started feeling a little uneasy. Being in a land that promises to be paradise but that is also very far away from home makes me feel excited but also strange.
I’m looking forward to sharing great times with my fellow bloggers, I’m looking forward to experiencing a different culture, but most of all I’m looking forward to seeing the sun over there to use as my guide to come back home.
The sun is still shining on me and it feels like it will never stop. I feel happy.
Moraleja: Rise up!
I was invited to Jamaica as media. However, all opinions here are my own.