When I was little, I wanted to be a flight attendant. In my mind, I was going to travel and see the world. When I started flying, I realized that I would've hated it. I am short so that I would've been no help with the "overhead bin" which in translation was way above my head complimentary service. What is a flight attendant? Well, it is that unpaid and untipped server. "What can I get you? Would you like tea or coffee?" you already know the drill. And the only travelling you get is from your airport to the hotel and back.
I am not a teacher, even if officially I have a diploma to prove it. Another dream of mine was to be a teacher, but I only liked literature, so after graduation, I jumped at the chance to be a librarian. This profession brought me closer to what I like to do: write funny (at least in my mind) and unconventional stories and travel worldwide with my imagination. I did this profession for ten years, then moved to Canada and started all over.
In Canada I got an official designation as a library technician backed up by different certificates in records management, human resources, and privacy. Am I doing what I like? Yup, sometimes, but not as a librarian. I choose the records field more boring, but very "rewarding" For me with my crazy life style, the "money" is everything goes because I need them for my trips.
What would I want to be and do? Well, I want to be a guide. You know that guy that talks to crowds about dull ruins. Should I wait until retirement to do it? Hell, no! I had a dream and came so close to making it happen. You see, in 2013, I was in Cuba, and on the 31 of December, I decided to take a trip to Cayo Largo and wonder of the worlds, the bus was full of Russians, so the guide spoke only Spanish and Russian. I told him I didn't have any need of translation since I understood both and could do the English part for a group of tourists from Norway and Belgium. You know help a fellow guide in need kind of thing!
Moreover, once on the island, after a glass of mojito, I become "fluid" in ... French! So, I started to translate whatever the Cuban guide was saying in French. Needless to say, at the end of the trip, I got tips from the groups not speaking Spanish or Russian, and also got a job offer as a guide. Damn it, I should've taken it. Now, I could've been eleven years in the job, and I also I could've got enough information to start my own traveling /writing career. In conclusion, I am sticking around for a few more years during this boring records job (for some), but I will keep my eyes open for a chance to start a travelling/writing careers. I hate influencers, but what if I become one in the travelling world?
Author Notes
This story was inspired by a comment made by RicMyworld, thank you:)
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