Unplanned without regrets

I went on my first unplanned, unresearched, unmapped out trip. I left my agenda at home, exchanging it for a really bad romance novel. I brought my lonely planet, contemplated following its advice and then stuffed it in the bottom of my bag and took another nap on the beach.

I spent 3 glorious days in Uruguay without one single plan and without one single regret.

I think that is the first time i can honestly say i lived for three days without either plan or regret. It is a liberating feeling.

From watching storms roll in over the ocean to watching the sun rise over stale beer. From singing the soundtrack of RENT to the shinning moon to skinny dipping in impossibly cold water because of the flip of a coin. From heated feminist debates to ridiculously corny pickup lines.

Uruguay was full of everything new, unexpected and alive; everything i have been lacking in my list-making world. I finally feel 22 and not 42.

Argentine is right: I am young. I need to think less and listen to the surf, the stories of strangers, and the flips of coins more.