I won’t complain. On balance (from the network), my vacation was really nice. After we almost die until the end of the year/end of the world, the famous collective holidays arrive.
Before opening the first cold beer in front of some type of water (swimming pool, waterfall, sea or tank), we have to put on a little red dress (or a light pink polo, in the case of men) and face the Christmas parties. After I stopped getting Barbies, the date progressively lost its appeal. Today I’m the one who gives toys: to my son, stepchildren, nephews… It hurts in the pocket, but their joy gradually brings back the fun.
Between Christmas and New Year, it’s that lack of air: exchanging gifts, fighting for a manicure appointment and the arduous search for a white jumpsuit, “sexy without being vulgar”, for the . And the biggest challenge: packing a small suitcase. Does it rain? Will it get cold? Does it snow (in Brazil)?
Let’s go for the New Year. The hardest decision is beneath the white clothing: the color of the panties or underwear. I heard that, according to numerology and chromotherapy, orange is the tone of the season. Even green/health and red/love I followed. But orange is what? Vitamin C?
At New Year’s Eve, it’s that story: champagne, lentils, pomegranates, 12 grapes, 7 waves, right foot/two feet… This year there was also a new fashion: not fighting in the first 21 minutes of the year so as not to be doomed to conflicts for the next 344 days.
After dancing and singing “I don’t want money, I just want to love…”, we fell dead on the bed. The problem with celebrating like there’s no tomorrow is that tomorrow exists, and it’s called the first day. At this time, sparkling wine is not missed…
The luckiest still have a few days of vacation; those least favored by luck have to face a collective return. On the way out, everyone hits the road on one day: December 26th, 28th, 30th… On the way back, my friend, everyone is in a packed car at the same time, under the sun. This year, I was blessed to be part of the group with a few more days off.
On this vacation, fortunately, I dived into some waters (sweet, chlorinated and salty). It was awesome! Too much food, too much drink (Coca Zero), too much Simone Mendes. I also talked too much, laughed too much and sunbathed too much, which gave me diffuse marks, thanks to the variety of bikini models I took.
Until it was over. I confess that I wasn’t sorry, no. There comes a time when we want to empty the laundry bags and lie on our own pillow.
My return had some mishaps: the classic virus that we bring back from vacation, cockroaches (which escaped the neighbor’s pest control) and, of course, straw hair. But everything has its own way: tea and toast for the virus, pest control of your own house to return the cockroaches to your neighbor and cream baths.
The fact is that, regardless of the water that refreshed you, the color of your underwear or the excess calories, the important thing is to start the year with a rested soul. And remembering that, in 2026, holidays will fall on weekdays doesn’t hurt anyone.
*This text does not necessarily reflect the opinion of Jovem Pan.
