“A one week vacation? Nice, where are you going?”
“I wish I could go with you; where are you going?”
I have been asked this question numerous times during the last month since I announced that I plan to take one-week off. People are making an immediate connection between a vacation and going somewhere.
The truth is that I can no longer fly.
There is no concrete evidence connecting flying to suffering another brain damage. But I know of a person with my syndrome. She suffered neurological damage right after landing.
That’s enough for me to avoid flying for the rest of my life. Another neurological damage, this time to my left brain, would mean the end of my life as I know it.
Since I live in Israel, a country surrounded by hostile nations, it means I can’t drive or take a train abroad either.
My only option is taking a boat across the Mediterranean.
The closest will be to Rhodes or Cyprus. From there another ship to the mainland and then by train, I guess. There is no regular boat service; I will have to see how this will work out. In any case, getting to Germany, for example, will take a week. It means that two weeks out of my vacation time are just going to be spent on commute.
That sucks, ha?
You know the old saying that people come back home and say:
“Ahh, it’s so good to be back home.”
Well, if it is so good to be back home, why did you leave in the first place?
I guess people go abroad because they want to escape the kind of life they have back home.
Even before my injury, I have made up my mind not to fly more than 6 hours in each direction. More than that and you start to suffer from jet lag. What’s the point of going somewhere if you are going to be tired most of the day?
Each time after coming back, I have used to ask myself, was it worth to spend all the money?
Could I have used the money in better ways? Ways to would have made me happier?
The best vacation I have had was with a close friend in 2008.
We did not fly anywhere.
We walked the "Israel path". It’s a path that runs north-south across the country. We walked the track for one week for a total of 80 miles. We did not camp outdoors. We have decided that if we are going to hike all day, we might as well spoil ourselves. So, each day ended in the best Bed & Breakfast. The owner would pick us up, and the next day drops us off.
I wanted to do that to celebrate the 60’s birthday of my beloved Israel. We hiked the first section with my parents. Walking with all our equipment was tough. Yet, the feeling of achievement by the end of each day was gratifying.
We fucked like rabbits as well. Getting fucked in nature has always been my favorite. Of course, back then, there was no prep, so no cum shots up my ass. I did swallow loads of cum that week, though.
The truth is that I don’t feel that I need to fly thousands of miles to escape my life as I know it.
I love my life.
I have great friends.
I have a dream apartment.
Israeli food is out of this world.
I love my country, and I enjoy hiking.
I know the language, and I love my countrymen.
Did I mention that I find Israelis to be the hottest guys on the planet?
Why do I need to go anywhere?
The only "blessing" in my neurological damage is that I no longer feel that I am missing anything by not spending thousands of dollars to "vacation."
You know the old saying:
"I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me."
Well, paradise is where I live, and I am here to explore it with the person I enjoy spending time the most.
And of course also with Luka.
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