TRAVELLIVE MAGAZINE Travellive 05-2016

TH¶ TOÄ SOÑN N®m 18 tuÊi t´i b “Æ∏”, cÀu bπn gµ b´ng thÍi c†p 3 c„ ngay bπn g∏i mÌi khi vµo Æπi h‰c. Con bä 18 tuÊi ngµy †y coi th≠Íng s¯c kh·e tÌi m¯c b· ®n, Æ„ng k›n cˆa phng, thÀm ch› cn giÀn dÁi lu´n c∂ ba mã. MÈt chi“u th¯ S∏u, ba Æ’n tr≠Íng Æ„n t´i sau giÍ tÀp nhπc. §ng chÎ t´i v“ nhµ l†y qu«n ∏o vµ vµi th¯ linh tinh c†t vµo ba l´ rÂi chπy xe mÈt mπch v“ ph›a Æ´ng thµnh phË. Sau khi gˆi xe, ´ng mua vä tµu ra mÈt hn Æ∂o nh· cho 2 ba con. ßnh bÙng sœ im re nh≠ng rÂi cuËi cÔng, khi b≠Ìc ch©n xuËng c«u tµu væng hoe, t´i Æµnh mÎ lÍi tr≠Ìc: “M◊nh Æi Æ©u vÀy ba? Con Æang kh„ chu, Æi tÌi chÁ vıa xa vıa væng vŒ th’ nµy con chÿ th†y ÿu x◊u h¨n th´i”. When I was 18 years old, I got lovesick since my boyfriend at high school loved another girl upon studying at university. The 18-year-old girl that time considered her health nothing, not eating for days. I locked myself in my room, and even got angry with my parents. Nªm c∏ch bi÷t vÌi Æ†t li“n, Æ∂o vµ resort tr™n Æ∂o lµ l˘a ch‰n tuy÷t vÍi Æ” t◊m ki’m mÈt mÔa hÃ y™n b◊nh. “BÎi vÀy ba mÌi t∏ch con ra Æ≠Óc kh·i m‰i chuy÷n Î Æ†t li“n. Tı tı rÂi ba sœ chÿ con c∏ch chia tay m†y chuy÷n buÂn”. T´i Æ∑ cÔng ba l∆n gi˜a nh˜ng Æµn c∏, nhÍ s„ng bi”n ha tan n≠Ìc mæt. T´i Æ∑ cÔng ba Æ¯ng tr™n m·m Æ∏ ch™nh v™nh, dang rÈng tay Æ” gi„ bi”n cuËn Æi nh˜ng bÛi t©m t≠ ngËc ngh’ch. ThÀt k˙ di÷u, m‰i †m ¯c trong lng d≠Íng nh≠ Æ∑ tr´i Æi Æ©u m†t, chÿ cn lπi b◊nh y™n khi cÔng ba nªm Æ‰c s∏ch d≠Ìi nh˜ng t∏n dıa xanh m∏t. Ba n„i ÆÛng, ng≠Íi d≠ng kh´ng tr©n tr‰ng t´i lµ c∏i cÌ v´ l˝ nh†t Æ” t´i lµm bÀn t©m ng≠Íi th©n m◊nh. “Chuy÷n t◊nh” cÒa t´i vµ Æ∂o Æ∑ bæt Æ«u nh≠ th’. Nh˜ng n®m th∏ng sau nµy, khi tr≠Îng thµnh, mÁi khi cuÈc sËng mang tÌi vµi “c¨n b∑o”, t´i v…n t◊m tÌi mÈt hn Æ∂o Æ” gi„ vµ s„ng ÆuÊi m‰i nÁi buÂn Æi, l†p Æ«y kho∂ng trËng Æ„ bªng b◊nh y™n. Cn bπn, bπn sœ ch‰n n¨i Æ©u Æ” gˆi gæm t©m t≠, h∑y chia sŒ vÌi Travellive n’u bπn t◊m Æ≠Óc mÈt hn Æ∂o b◊nh y™n cÒa ri™ng m◊nh nhä! Th∂o Nguy‘n Managing Editor 12 TRAVELLIVE One Friday afternoon, my father picked me up after my music lesson, brought me home to get some clothes and personal stuff before driving eastward. After parking our car, he bought two tickets to a small island. I hadn’t planned to say anything, but upon arriving at a quiet wharf, I couldn’t help but ask: - Where are we going, Dad? You know I am sad, so why do you take me to such a deserted place? - I want to bring you far away from sad things you have in the mainland. I’ll te ach you how to say bye to them, girl. Isolated from the mainland, islands and islands resorts are the best choices for those who are seeking tranquility this summer. We dived with fish, crying with the ocean. We stood on high cliffs, letting the sea breeze wipe out all my stupid sadness. How magical it was! I seemed to forget what had upset me. I just wanted to lie under the coconut trees, reading my favorite books. My Dad was right. It’s stupid to let my beloved ones down because others don’t respect me. That how my love story with islands began. Time passed, I’m mature now. Whenever the life gives me “a storm”, I travel to an island so that winds and waves can erase my sorrow and fill my soul with tranquility. What about you? Which place is your “soulmate”? Share with us when you find your own peaceful island!

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