Capture The Moment

"They say it gets easier when you write. 

And I am thinking a lot. Much too much. 

About my life, my appearance, people…

I don't like people. That's my little problem. 

They drive me crazy. And I am trying to change it.

I am a mess right now.

I feel nothing.

No happiness, no sadness, no anger.

I am empty inside.

I think I am falling apart.

I need someone to put my pieces together."

It's almost 4am and I can't shut my brain off. My eyes are not a problem here. I have been closing them milion times already, but nothing helps. My brain just doesn't want to sleep. In this case I decided to write a post, go back to my life on Cyprus. Already I am truly apologizing for all the mistakes I will make and I am sure there will be more than few.

So here I am. 18 years old (nearly 19) girl, who just quit from her university to start a completely new life, new adventures, new everything. How exciting, isn't it? 

What I remember from my first few days it's complete disorientation. I haven't had a clue what was going on. 

I think I had like 2 weeks of holidays before I started working, because they had to deal with all the papers and it's been taking like for eveer. I am not joking. But I had some time to get some color, get around the island, or at least the closest area and, well, some tan. Trust me, as a Polish person I've been pale like a snow. And you don't need that kind of negativity when moving to Cyprus.

Ow there is also one more thing I remember. I got to Paphos, the town that in a short time would become my home for next 9 months, and I have been looking for my apartment called Anthousa (I had a small paper with and adres, nothings else). After hours of walking (as it seemed for me back then) in 40 degrees heat, I stood next to some apartments completely exhausted almost giving up on finding mine and preparing myself to sleep on the street surrounded by milion cats and decided to....listen listen….ask for help. Daaamn ! Yes, me, Natalia the woman who never asks, made her mind and went to few woman standing in front of the gate and asked "I am sorry but is it possible that you might know how could I get to Anthousa?". They looked at me in kind of weird way let's say, turned around and showed me the building just behind them saying "emmmm...that's here". OK guys! Not my fault that all the buildings looked the same and probably I have passed that one 20 times, but. I found it. That's the point. Ok ? And that's how my first day looked like. Exhausting. But wait wait wait. I am not done here. I got to my amazing room with huge terrace, 2 beds, kitchen, bathroom and all beautifully prepared and...I took a shower, changed and went for even longer walk to discover what was around me. And trust me, it was amazing, beautiful, breath-taking. I was starting to fall in love with the island and I kept falling in love with it every single day.

I started my work as an entertainer, my first boss was a total bitch who didn't like to work nor cared about people, but my team was pretty awesome and we were sticking together with almost everything (not if it's about kids club and staying there with kids, because trust me, I didn't want to be seen over there. Nah. One kid and Natalia was gone. No excuses. I've got nothing to say in my defence. I just wasn't happy there). But all the rest? We were THE team. We were great. Lucky for as that at the end of the season we got sent a new boss, who was like an Angel comparing to the first one. Thank you for that.

And I have to tell you all them 9 months on the island were amazing. (it's like being pregnant with Cyprus haha). All the people I have met, all the parties I attended, all the mistakes I made and all the decisions I took were worth everything. Yes, all the mistakes. And I know I made loads of them on my first season of entertainment. Come on ! I was 18/19 years old girl starting her life all over again! I have been allowed to make mistakes and stupid things! Hey! Bad decisions make good stories! And trust me if I say so. I know more than you think about it.

Stealing a stool from the bar street? Coming back home at 8am and starting job at 9am? Finding a drunk English guy on my balcony and the next day a cat in my bed? Adopting a sick Reggae dog for couple of days and seeing him and the most ugly beautiful thing? Experiencing new things for the first time and being there for your best of the best friends when she did too? Meeting my sister from another mister and adopting her? Swimming in the see at 4 in the morning and coming back on the bikes with your bras hanging from and drying on the air when greeting a stranger who decided to go for a jogging at that time? Screaming at your Romanian neighbour, because she was just so stupid? Stealing WiFi from other neighbours, because why not? Hiding in the office, because you just couldn't handle some guests in the hotel and you were just over everything? Getting this first tattoo done and then doing aquagym in the 45 degrees heat? Doing table tennis activity completely hangover and then almost passing out on aquagym, because you just drunk too much the night before? Ow and celebrating your fake birthday with 23 shots of tequila? 

And yes, I do regret few things I've done on the island and I should be sorry for doing the others...but I am so not! I wouldn't change it for anything, because those are the things you could, but shouldn't tell your grandchildren. But they will stay with me forever and they made me who I am now and no, if I could go back and change something I wouldn't. Why should I? Something made me do what I have done back then and that's alright. I am happy. I was happy back then, on the magical island, in the magical town called Paphos. And I would love to go back there one day and see how it would look for me right now. After years of experience, after getting older, after living a bit more.

And that is what I want you to learn from that story.

No cześć.

Nie wiem, czy wiesz, ale nie jestem taka, jak Ty. Ani jak Twoja matka, brat, siostra, koleżanka. 

Nie wiem, czy zdajesz sobie sprawę, ze mówiąc "wszyscy Polacy są tacy sami" lub "a bo wszystkie kobiety to...",
"każdy facet powinien..." , że każdy jest popieprzony na swój własny sposób. Nikt nie jest normalny na tym świecie. 

Co to k w ogóle znaczy "być normalnym" ? 

Wstawać o 6 rano, jeść śniadanie, ubierać się, wychodzić do pracy, na która się będzie narzekać całe życie, wracać do domu, jeść kolacje, myć żeby, iść spać? Przepraszam, ale ja w tym normalności nie widzę. 

A może spać do południa, zwalić konia, zjeść obiad, wskoczyć na kanapę i do północy grać w PS4? Nie? Też nie? No to co to do cholery znaczy "być normalnym" i na czym ta pieprzona normalność polega, bo ja nic z tego nie rozumiem, a mam już tych lat trochę za sobą. Ale z normalnością chyba doświadczenia nie miałam.

Zaczynając moja historie muszę się przyznać do jednej rzeczy. Chyba przespałam ten dzień, w którym rozdawali normalność. Zamiast tego poszłam na rekrutacje po "wieczny głód" "ciągłe zagubienie" "nadmierne rozmyślanie" i "totalne popieprzenie". I jakoś tak nigdy w sumie nie żałowałam, bo na dobre mi to wyszło....w większości przypadków.

No dobrze, przejdźmy do konkretów.

Kim jestem? 

Jakież to złożone jest pytanie, nie sądzisz?

No bo można na to pytanie odpowiedzieć w dość prosty sposób. Jestem dziewczyna...no w sumie już kobieta. Jestem Polką. Brunetką, albo rudą (w zależności od światła i tego całego listonosza). Siostrą. Córką. Przyjaciółką. Wrogiem. Wariatką. Kretynką. Buntowniczką. Blah blah blah. Nazywaj mnie jak tylko sobie życzysz, mnie to i tak mało obejdzie. 

Ale jest też ta druga strona, ta inna historia, bardziej złożona. Jeżeli chcesz ją poznać, czytaj dalej. Jeżeli obchodzi Cię ona, jak mnie Twoja opinia na mój temat, zamknij tę stronę już teraz, bo tylko marnujesz swój czas. 

Nie chcę wracać za bardzo do początków, bo zbyt ciekawe to one nie są. Taka tam dziewczynka ze wsi pod Krakowem. No dobra dobra, Olkusz to nie taka wieś. Dość spore miasto z różnymi wariatami, których miałam przyjemność poznać w swoim dzieciństwie. Tak tak, taka ze mnie olkuska dziewczyna. Przynajmniej taka byłam gdzieś tak do 11 roku życia, bo potem moim rodzicom się znudziło i postanowili przenieść się pod Warszawę. A jako że byłam gówniarą, to raczej nie miałam za dużo do gadania, co? No bo kto pyta dzieciaka o zdanie w sprawach istotnych i istotniejszych? Zapytać można, ale posłuchać już gorzej. Co nie zmienia faktu, że było to nam wtedy wszystkim potrzebne. Zmiana otoczenia, nawyków i generalne rozpoczęcie nowego rozdziału w naszym życiu. Była to decyzja nie do uniknięcia i myśląc o tym uważam, że była to jedna z tych rzeczy, która otwiera nowe drzwi i kieruje na jeszcze lepszą drogą.

No i tak mała buntowniczka przeniosła się z miasta, by żyć na wsi.
I to na takiej wiejskiej wsi. Wiecie o co mi chodzi. Kury, jajka i biedronka. Nie żebym miała coś przeciwko. Chyba mi było to wtedy obojętnie. W sumie na czym może zależeć dziewczynce z 5tej klasy podstawówki? (Pamiętajcie, że mowa tutaj o osobie, która urodziła się w latach 90tych. Co ja tam wiedziałam o iPhone'ach, fluidach, a co dopiero mówić o całowaniu chłopaków. 

No jednym słowem nic. Ale hej ! Fajnie się żyło.)

Wracamy do tematu, bo ja tak lubię skakać z kwiatka na kwiatek. Ale trzymajmy się jednego. Także jestem sobie na wsi. Kilka dni po moich urodzinach. 11tych ! Wchodziłam w dorosłość w niezłym stylu, co? Czerwone włosy, czarne ciuchy, telefon SIEMENS z pierwszej półki. Dało się grać w wężyka! W WĘŻYKA! Wow. Szalona. 

Pomijam już tę historię szkoły podstawowej. Jak nie jestem człowiekiem ludzi teraz, tak możecie sobie wyobrazić, że nigdy nim nie byłam. Miałam tam ze 2-3 koleżanki, czy kolegów, ale na przerwach z reguły siedziałam sama w koncie lub na podwórku czekając, aż to wszystko dobiegnie

końca. Jakoś mnie nie ciągnęło do kontaktów z ludźmi. Cóż zrobić.

Podstawówka jakoś dobiegła końca. Ja przeżyłam bez super telefonu, codziennego makijażu, czy chłopaka. I było mi dobrze. Przyszedł czas na gimnazjum. Językowe! Czujesz to?! Haha. Też jakoś za bardzo z ludźmi nie trzymałam, ale miałam więcej znajomych, niż w podstawówce. Jakieś tam wycieczki, nauka, imprezy. Coś tam było. Nie ma czego za bardzo wspominać. Wiadomo, takie tam życie gimnazjalistki. Były wzloty i upadki. Większe i mniejsze przyjaźnie. Wagarowanie i generalne buntowanie się. Nadal epoka czarna. W wieku 13 lat nałożyłam po raz pierwszy (i ostatni) w moim życiu takie coś, co się nazywa "fluid". Raz w życiu mnie do tego pociągnęło i już nigdy więcej. Do tej pory nie rozumiem, na co kobiety to nakładają na twarz. Ni to ładne, ni to wygodne. Ale to tylko moje zdanie. Ty się w tym lepiej czujesz, nakładaj. Tak mnie to obchodzi, jak zeszłoroczny śnieg w Rosji.

Hej! Dałam radę i przepuścili mnie do liceum. I się będę przechwalać i powiem, że byłam wzorową uczennicą. Nie, nie poszłam na bal maturalny. Ani nie miałam ochoty, ani partnera haha. Co nie zmienia faktu, że w miarę dobrze wspominam lata gimnazjalne. Z tego co przechodziłam.

Wakacje wakacjami i czas do liceum. Oczywiście najpierw padło na Warszawkę, ale po pół roku mi się znudziło i zmęczyłam się dojazdami, więc poszłam do miasteczka niedaleko miejsca zamieszkania. Co ja będę marnować czas i siły w pociągach i tramwajach. I jeszcze żebym musiała wcześniej wstawać? No chyba nie. Także po pół roku męczarni przeniosłam się do takiego jednego liceum, do którego też się za bardzo nie nachodziłam. 

Ale hej! W tym momencie moje życie się zaczyna trochę zmieniać. Nie, nadal należę do tych dziewczyn, które przez większą część swojej młodości przeszły jako singielki. I czy narzekam? Ha, jeszcze czego. Zawsze lubiłam poświęcać swój czas wolny na to, co mnie interesowało i nie lubiłam, gdy coś mnie rozpraszało. Miałam swoje zajęcia artystyczne, językowe, fotograficzne. Robiłam to, co kochałam.
I również w tym okresie rozpoczął się mój okres fascynacji fitnessem i generalnym "zdrowym" życiem

(przynajmniej takie, jakie wówczas było promowane). Potrafiłam spędzić trenując 4 godziny dziennie, obliczałam BMI nie BMI, zapotrzebowania itp. Nie obyło się bez większych upadków. Jak już wpadłam w okres odchudzania, to wyjść z tego nie mogłam. Wpadłam w różnego rodzaju choroby (w większości psychiczne) i jako że nikt z mojego otoczenia o tym nie wiedział, ciężko mi było się z tego wydostać. Waga spadała gwałtownie. W pewnym momencie ważyłam 43kg przy 160cm wzrostu. Jak za dużo zjadłam, szłam do toalety, by pozbyć się "zbędnego" jedzenia. Trzymałam kaloryczność całodziennych posiłków do MAXIMUM 600 kcal ! 600 pieprzonych kalorii w wieku 16 lat przy aktywnym trybie życia, treningach, nauce. Plus oczywiście dochodziło też oddychanie.

Jak dzisiaj myślę o tym, w jaki sposób mogło się to dla mnie skończyć, to ręce załamuję. Ale nigdy nie byłam dla siebie wystarczająca. Wystarczająco mądra, wystarczająca ładna, wystarczająco szczupła. Zawsze mi czegoś brakowało, a moja własna krytyka wobec mojej osoby przekraczała wszelkie granice. Teraz, mając lat 23, widzę błędy, jakie popełniałam. Widzę, jak głupia byłam. Co czasem wcale nie pomaga mi w zmianie podejścia do własnej osoby. Coś zawsze będzie nie tak. Coś zawsze będzie do poprawy. I to siedzi w mojej głowie i mam wrażenie, że już zawsze będzie.

Kurczę, trochę ciemno się zrobiło, co ? Jeżeli mnie znasz, zawsze widzisz mnie uśmiechniętą, silną i niezależną.
I taka jestem i staram się być, bo życie mnie tego nauczyło i staram się jak najmocniej być jak najlepszą wersją samej siebie. I taką mnie zobaczysz i zapamiętasz. I to się liczy. Zawsze uśmiechnięta i zawsze pozytywna. Najlepsze miejsce przeszłości jest właśnie tam. I nie ma sensu wygrzebywać niektórych rzeczy, bo tylko człowiek się zadręczy niepotrzebnie. 

Ruszamy dalej, co? Był sobie ten bal maturalny, który sobie ładnie olałam i przyszedł czas na tzw. najdłuższe wakacje ucznia. Czyli te przed studiami. Dostałam się na studia i wszystko było pięknie. Na początku studiów wyprowadziłam się od rodziców i zamieszkałam w Warszawie. Studiowałam, pracowałam, rozwijałam się. Nawet prowadziłam dość bogate, jak na siebie, życie społeczne. Tu impreza, tu domówka, sylwester. Takie pierdoły. Czasem trochę zbyt duże pierdoły i głupoty. A mówi się, że człowiek z wiekiem mądrzeje. No chyba nie w moim przypadku. Hah.

I wiecie ile wytrzymałam na studiach? Pół roku? Tak, myślę że coś koło tego. 

Moje studia nie były niczym szczególnym. Nie ma się czym chwalić. Taki tam TiR na AWFie. 

Jako że od wczesnych lat kochałam fitness, języki i podróże. To takie trzy rzeczy, na których naprawdę mi w życiu zależy i zawsze  myślałam, że studiując Turystykę i Rekreację będę w stanie spełniać swoje marzenia, zdobywać szczyty.
I pewnie by tak było, gdyby mnie tak coś w tyłek nie gryzło, bo przez to, lub dzięki temu, trochę się moje plany pozmieniały. Rzuciłam studia i postanowiłam...wyjechać na Cypr. Tak bez większego zastanowienia. Nadarzyła się okazja, to ją chwyciłam bez wahania i już mnie nie było.

Tak, w wieku lat 18tu rzuciłam wszystko, całe to moje Polskie życie, i zaczęłam swoją przygodę z podróżami. I od Cypru wszystko się zaczyna. I na Cyprze ma początek moje prawdziwe życie, o którym warto opowiadać. I właśnie tutaj zacznie się prawdziwa historia warta podzielenia się ze światem.

Czy było łatwo?
Z porzuceniem mojego życia w Polsce nie miałam problemu. Nigdy nie byłam w żadnym związku, nie miałam większych planów związanych z tym krajem, a moja rodzina zawsze budowała w mojej głowie obraz, że tam gdzieś jest coś więcej. Że człowiek, który nie pyta, nie podróżuje, nie poznaje, nigdy nie będzie człowiekiem w pełni. Że warto jest odkrywać i drążyć dziury w skałach. I mieli rację i nigdy, ale to nigdy nie żałowałam i żałować nie będę decyzji podjętej na początku 2014 roku, by spakować to, co najważniejsze i kupić ten bilet w jedną stronę. Bilet, który jak się potem okazało, miał na zawsze zmienić moje życie.

c.d.n.

How many times have you been asked if it wasn't too early for anything? You want to start riding a bike. Isn't it too early? You want to try ice cream for the first time. Isn't it too early? You want to go for a trip with your friends. You want to start this big project. You want to move out form your parents. You want to ask her/him out. You want to kiss them. Move in together. Buy a dog. Leave uni before graduation. Make a big decision. Isn't it too early? Isn't it too early? 

Isn't it too effy early?!

It is alway too early for something for someone.
It is always better to wait, than do something too early, in a rush, catching the moment. Isn't that true?

B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T

There is so many bullshit theories in this world created by people without any hope, dreams, goals or ideas about something. One of them is this beautiful question "Isn't it too early?". 

Honestly, think once. Just once. Would you rather accept it and admit that it is better to wait for the perfect moment or would you rather eat that cake, which is just waiting in front of you? 

Don't get me wrong, I am not pushing anyone to anything. There are things that might be worth waiting. I am not convincing anyone to copulate, make quick decisions, change their life etc etc in a rush. No wories. There is time for everything, but it won't last for ever. Nothing ever does. It might be too early to make the step, but later on it could be already too late. You don't want to waste a given chance, do you?

So buy this plance ticket, eat tht chocolote cake, kiss that girl, tell your dad you love him, get that dog you always wanted, buy this house with the beautiful garden, let your daughter go on that date with that guy she always wanted, let your mom quit that job she hated so much, grab his butt, tell your brother he matters, move out, start new, come back to the old. Whatever you want just do it, because one may say it is too early, that you should wait, but what if tomorrow it will be just your past? What if you wake up on Monday just with dreams and broken hopes? The time flies fast, too fast. And there is no moment to be wasted, there is not smile to be missed or coffee to be drunk. There is now or never, because you never now how much more have you got left in here. We never know. So trust yourself and let your kite fly.

I always wanted my life to be exciting, without any routine. I thought that was the only way to fall in love with it and to live. I never wanted my days to be the same and I was running away from the system wake up-eat-work-eat-sleep etc. I was scared that if my days weren't different one from another, I would never find the real happines. So what have I done? At age of 19 I left for my first adventure, Cyprus. I became an entertainer in the hotel, so as you can imagine, there was not a single day without surprises. We were enjoying out lives, each day, each night. Everything was exciting. Everyday we were meeting new people, as there were new guests in the hotel, new crazy stramgers on the bar streets, new ideas, new stupid decisions. And the life has been going this way for almost 4 years. Every few months I was changing the place I have been living in, I was meeting new people and making new stupid decisions, which made my life more...fun, I guess. I always thought that this was the way the humans should go through this world, that the people who live just to go to work, earn money and sleep are just wasting their lives. What's te point of living if you're stuck in one city, with the same people and places every single day. No one can be happy existing like this. At least that's what I thought.

I couldn't be more wrong.

Ok maybe not about "wake up work sleep" theory, because I still believe that this is not the way to do it, to live. But now I know there is no need to change every month the city, the people, the job. That won't make me happy, that wouldn't make you happy, I think. 

Walking down the streets of Prague with my best friend on my side and her boyfriend on her side with her puppy following our steps and seeing her being so so happy I realized something very important. 

It's not about the changes, it's not about the places, the people, the job. It's all in your head, it is not real, it is not important. Why would you like to move if you're happy? Why would you like to change if something brings you smile on your face? The deal is to find that ONE place, ONE person, ONE job, which will make you feel something different. Because when you do, when you finally find a place, which you will be able to call "home", because that is what you feel in your heart, you won't be seeking anything different. 

I don't say "keep it same keep it simple", because small changes are good. But don't think that your life depends on that. Sometimes old things are much better than something "improved" or "modified". If you want to change that old bed you've been sleeping on since years, move the kitchen table, put some plants on the window, cut your hair, stop eating vanilla ice-cream and try the banana ones, don't be scared to try new things, to change. But at the same time don't be afraid to settle. Don't be afraid of the routine in your life, because sometimes it may be the best thing that will happen to you in a day. 

You wake up with a bed hair day. You're late to work. You forgot to buy the coffee. Your car does't want to start. The bus didn't arrive on time. You made your suit dirty with this donut from the street seller. You lost your phone. You broke the heel. Your mom is still pushing on this wedding. 

Bum.

He's hugging you.

She's smiling at you.

He comes to listen.

They want to meet.

You try to help.

She, He, They, You. That's what matter. Those are the people, who no matter what will bring your soul up, will cheer you up, will make a change. And that's the important difference you can be seeking for in your life. You don't need a flight ticket or a new job for that. Because life can be hard, can throw shit in front of you or give you lemons and no tequila. But that's ok. Nothing and no one is perfect. No one's life is perfect, even if they do say that online. Instagram, Facebook...that can fool you and you can feel like you deserve more. If she could go to Hawaii, why are you stuck in this small town with no KFC?! If he can purpose, why are you still wanking under the table dreaming of the perfect girlfriend? 

First of all, you don't have to. You can bring a difference if you want to. You can have it all if you try, if you do something about it. But just because she looks good in this blue dress it doesn't mean it'd be your colour. It could make you fat. So don't try to change your life, just because someone else's is different. Chase your own happiness, own dreams and goals. But don't depend on changes and don't make the same mistake as I did.

I was so focused on making my life exciting, special, that I wasn't able to be happy about simple things, which were happening on a daily basis. I was chasing impossible, trying to run away from the routine. Don't get me wrong, as I do not dare to complain, I loved my life the way it was and I am happy about almost every decision I made in my life. It made me who I am, it built me. But it also made me realize that sometimes the most beautiful things and the most beautiful life is waiting just in front of you. I was blind thinking that the plane ticket would change my life, would make me happier. It has. Every time. But then when I was changing and had to start everything from the beginning...I was left with nothing. I had to start from the big zero. Every time when I was going "home" I had to look for myself over and over again. I have never had my own own place for a longer. I had apartments, rooms etc. but it was never for a long term, I was always prepared for something new, for a change.. Now I know everyone needs their base. The place you could call home and in which you could put this ugly picture on the wall, this fluffy rug next to your bed, the star wars' collection. Who cares if it's ugly, pointless, if it's a waste. It is YOURS. This one thing you don't ever have to change. And that's what matters. 

You don't need a crowd of people to feel happy and mostly you won't feel happy in a crowd of people. Too many is sometimes too much. Sometimes simplicity is the answer. Sometimes just one smile is all you need.

When someone tells me he or she doesn't like Tenerife, they are or laying or the only thing from the Island they've seen were walls of the hotel. I arrived here in November 2016, so it's been almost a year that I'm here. For that reason I can honestly say that I have seen enough to say that this Island is magical and everyone can find here their place. 

Tenerife is the island of a thousand experiences. You can get lost in nature, relax on the beach, climb Teide, go shopping, see a show, walk the old town cobbles, have fun at a theme park, play golf …

The largest of the seven Canary Islands, Tenerife sits in the Atlantic Ocean just off the coast of North Africa and enjoys eternal sunshine. Tenerife is a volcanic island that has been sculpted over time by several eruptions. It has a great mix of rugged terrain, dramatic landscapes and a sub-tropical climate with temperatures averaging 20°C – 22°C in the winter months and 26°C – 28°C in the summer. At 3,718 metres, Teide volcano is Spain's highest peak and its two ecosystems make the climb an experience full of contrasts. With local guides you get an in-depth experience and the mountain refuge is the spot for superb dawn views. 

Over the years Tenerife has become a popular holiday destination and it’s easy to see why with dozens of great resorts to choose from. A visit to Tenerife is not complete without taking the cable car to the summit of Mount Teide, Spain's highest mountain, for panoramic views of the island. Another favourite activity is to head to lovely Garachico to drink coffee in the prettiest plaza on the island and swim in the rock pools hewn from lava. For a taste of the real Tenerife visit La Laguna, the former capital and a Unesco World Heritage Centre, which has eclectic architecture spanning four centuries, great shopping and a thriving tapas scene. If you're a hiker, don't miss the ancient laurel forests and rugged ravines of the Anaga Mountains.

Playa de las Américas is the party capital of Tenerife, that’s the most important aspect to remember about this lively resort on the south coast of the island. Thousands of revellers live it up in this vibrant and colourful holiday destination that is renowned for its 24-hour festivities, making it one of the most popular plces to visit in all of Europe. 

Los Cristianos is situated west of the southern airport (Reina Sofía) and is one of the most popular and busy resorts on the Canary Islands. The beaches are beautiful and it has a harbour that offers fishing trips, pleasure cruises, outings on glass bottom boats, diving excursions and ferries to the neighbouring island of La Gomera.

It was once an old fishing town that over the years has experienced major expansion, making it a popular choice for an enjoyable day trip. Many holidaymakers stay in quieter resorts and visit Los Cristianos for the buzz before heading back to their retreat elsewhere on the island.

The south west coast of Tenerife is a spectacular spot for watching whales free in the ocean. Up to 26 species are found just off the coast, including baleen whales, killer whales, dolphins, pilot whales and even blue whales.

Connected to El Medano beach and within the Montaña Roja protected area we find this little treasure of Tenerife. The kilometre stretch of fine, toasted sand, well away from urban areas, is perfect for a relaxing day on the beach.

Los Gigantes in the west enjoys long sunshine hours and provides a quieter alternative to the south. In the north, Puerto de la Cruz is the greenest and most traditional resort with plazas, botanical gardens and easy access to historic centres while Santa Cruz combines beach time with shopping, plazas and art galleries.

But it's not only about places. Of course they're spectacular and make you fell like you've found heaven on earth. But it all comes together with people you meet here and things you do. We all come from different parts of the world, but we've got one thing in common. We want to live our life in 100% and don't waste any single day. We want to take on the world and make unforgettable memories. It all makes it special, it all makes it my life. And I love it.

Hey You! Yes, You! I want to tell you something. I want you to be happy. I want you to take each day as it was your last one, I want you to fight for what you want and what you love. You want to travel? Go! Pack your suitcase and just go. You want to eat this chocolate cake? Fucking eat this chocolate cake? You're scared of this 2 extra kg? That's a bullshit. Stop thinking about stupid things that humanity makes so "important". You're afraid that if you will go on this trip you might lose your job? And? So what?! Think about things that this experience will bring you, think about possibilities, memories. Those are things which can not be measured. You like this girl from the cafe you go to every single day just to see her? Invite her for a meal, walk, a movie, make a step. And you girl, you like this boy from across the street, but it is so inappriopriate for a girl to approach a guy. Another social BULLSHIT. Do it, why should you wait? Have you seen how many tragedies have been happening around the world? It's time for us to realize that there are things worth fighting for. I think people forget what's really important. We chase to get the best job, more money, better equipment, more expensive gadgets, but we forget about real values and things which really matter in life. You work 24/7 to earn money to get the new iPhone, but you forget about birthday of your aunt, performance of your daughter and finally, you forget about you. You chase after something which will bring you 5s of happiness, but then you sit down alone in your expensive villa, turn on your huge TV and realize you're all by yourself, there's no one around and it's too late now, because the girl you liked is married to this guy who took her for a trip to some, as you said that before, stupid village to ride horses. And you can not call your mum, because she passed away few months ago and you forget to bring new lillas to her grave. 

But wait, I forgot. You got stuck at work, which you probably hate, to get some money, which you probably won't spend, because it's good to have, isn't it? 

We get bored with childhood, rush to grow up and then long to be children again. We lose our health to make money and then lose our money to restore our health. We think anxiously about the future and forget the present so that we life in neither the present nor the future. We live as if we will never die and die as though we had never lived. Think about it. Think about if you were about to die tomorrow, would you be happy about the way you were living? Would you be able to say "I did it, I was happy"? Or would you die with regrets? Don't let that happen to you. Just live to be happy. 

If you want to be happy, be. They may call you crazy, psycho...but who cares. You're not being born to live someone else's expectations.