Peace

I have quite come to the conclusion that people back home(Portugal) don´t live life.
Nope, I don´t think we even understand the meaning of living at all. Our lives are so filled with stress, worry, hurry, that we forget to stop and take a breath.
The peace of waking up early and having breakfast, of being able to sip your coffee and contemplate the beauty outside, while you feel the breeze against your skin. No, it simply does not happen, all one can possibly think of is of the possibility of sleeping 10 more min, before you run into your car get stuck in traffic, work your butt off for 8-10 hours to go home and just feel to tired of living.Next morning is a repeat of the day before, and this will happen for 5 work days and then a glorious weekend arrives just so you can sleep in. No wonder many people contemplate suicide.
I got here full charged with the stress of home, actually I think I have been pretty much stressed since the day I arrived in this world, but lately I have really been impossible to handle. So I came here, and out of the blue I have felt peace, real peace, that peace of body, mind and soul. I feel Zen!
I am not used to feeling Zen though so it has taken a little work from my side. I sometimes get mad at myself because I feel idle, other times I just bother Lisa to tell me of something I can help with, and others(most often) I actually just enjoy these moments.
It is a whole new concept for me, and I really just want to follow it up in the future, but I am afraid returning home will spoil my Zenness, so I will enjoy all that can, while I can, for soon it will be gone.

P.S. I thinking jumping on the trampoline is very Zen too, in its own way.