It would probably be unrealistic trying to talk about day by day, I’m sitting here in the night of my sixth day and it wouldn’t be exaggeration to say that I lived more in the last 150 hours than I did in the past 2 years.

Some say that the human being is never satisfied. Indeed, we are not, ever satisfied, unless we know that what we got is temporary. That set up makes it possible to reach the utopist feeling of genuine reaching a final goal, engraved with conquer of the ultimate pleasure.

That’s why holidays can be so enjoyable, so can the interactions originated in them. Sharing the achievement of a common goal to be seized within a limited amount of time catalyzes human relationships. Fearlessly of any type of further attachment due to the nature of the situation, all that’s left are restless hedonist activities that make the time seem to go by way too fast, yet eternal while it lasts.