Fleeting ≅ lasting for a very short time
High ≅ great, or greater than normal, in quantity, size, or intensity
Fleeting High is a gay travel blog in a straight world with tips, notes, interviews, and information to help readers navigate their fleeting lives and save money and time on their travels. I’ll share the journey that has taken me to over thirty countries and eighty cities. It all started because of one question: “Who am I?”
“Who are you? Who do you want to be?” That was the first question the man at the gate asked me.
This gypsy adventure started back in 2011 when I decided to move from my hometown of San Juan, Puerto Rico to New York City and pursue my dream of becoming an actor.
My first year in New York City ended like this: I had finished the first year of a Master’s acting program, I was in the closet with my professors and peers. therefore, lies, fear and shame were dictating my actions. At the end of the year, my boyfriend broke up with me, and to add to this my dad, who was my financial supporter and best friend, passed away unexpectedly from a stroke. Consequently, I was devastated, heartbroken, penniless, and unhappy, not being my true self. But who was that, my true self? Who was I, really?
Dad always wanted to travel the world and never did, while he had the money to do so, he simply never found the “right time” for it. That was not going to be me. I opened my computer, bought a round trip ticket to London for three months, put my studio apartment on Airbnb, and left. Not sure what I was doing or what I was looking for, but oh, boy, the things that I experienced.
Traveling changed my life
When I returned from that trip my life was changed. Without planning a route, that journey took me to twelve countries and over twenty cities, and then I knew. I knew I belonged to that road and to those strangers who weren’t strangers any longer. All those dreams of fame that fed my ego before were nothing compared to the things I witnessed daily on that path. As a result from the travels, the world stopped being a simple picture captured in someone else’s instagram. It became an incomplete, blurry image in my consciousness. All I wanted to do now was put it together and make it clearer.
Who was waiting for me in Africa? Who am I to meet in Brazil? What am I to discover in Mexico? How those the sun rise in Australia? How those the sun set in Israel? What treasures are hidden in Cuba? How far those that desert stretch? Where are those powerful waterfalls? How far can I go? How far?
The more I traveled the happier I felt and the more friends I made. After hearing my stories, people I met along the way started to hit the road as well, and that fulfilled something inside of me that I had never experienced with anything before. As a result, I had a new dream: I wanted to explore the world and help others do the same. Therefore, I kept walking, and after five years of traveling to over eighty cities I finally got to the only one that just lives for a couple of weeks in the middle of a desert. A place like no other place in the world: Black Rock City, the city that every year brings thousands of people to see a man burn.
Then Came Burning Man
“Who are you? Who do you want to be?” That was the first question the man at the gate asked me. I laughed and dismissed his question, not knowing, really, what to say. I thought to myself: “That’s the question that started this journey, the question I keep asking myself.” He laughed back at me and said “Don’t worry, by the end you’ll know”.
Some people have this idea that Burning Man is a place to get high and as a result they avoid this experience. While, yes, there are people doing them, yet it is your choice, such as in life. I didn’t do drugs on the entire Burn, and every single day I felt high, the highest I’ve ever felt in my life. Rather than doing drugs I decided to just look around, awareness was enough. You can’t even attempt to explain to someone who hasn’t been to the Burn what it is. Same thing with life, you can’t explain it; you live it. Hence, never in one place had I appreciated more how fleeting things are: love, life, nature, pleasure, death.
Pay it forward
I’ve been blessed with this miraculous, nomad life, and I want to share with you the lessons and tools I’ve gathered so you can pick a place, go out there, and do it as well; feel that high, that fleeting, beautiful, natural high that only awareness can give you. After years of asking myself how to pay it forward, finally, I found a way. Therefore, Fleeting High is the outlet that will allow me to give back all that love and forgiveness I’ve received.
I guess you’re asking yourself if I answered the two questions by the end of the Burn. I did, and this is what I wrote in my journal:
“Who am I? Dust.”
“Who do I want to be? Wind.”
Here you will find:
- Gay Calendar with details of where and when to go around the world
- Interviews with solo travelers, couples and backpackers from different backgrounds and orientations
- Travel tips and tricks I’ve developed from years of experience on the road
- Gay City Guides with the most popular bars, clubs and events in each city
- Travel Guides with the places and icons in each city you cannot miss
- Posts and notes about my travels, with in-depth reporting of each city I visit.
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