Because my own only belongs to me, this is not the story of the Rainbow. This is the story of my first Rainbow. I first heard about Rainbow gatherings in a magazine.
The photo series I discovered through the world wise known National Geographique pages were truly stunning. They had something so unique that directly intrigued me. In a instant, I had gone back in time, in a place that I had only heard off, or seen in films or read about ; where nudity is beautiful and natural and not sexualiszed, where you are what you are and not you pocess.
Those people were mesmerizing. Not hidding behind anything, not pretending, they were just there standing in front of that camera. Nature and them. In that moment I knew that one day I would go to a Rainbow. A couple years went by. After 5 months on the road I had found myseld comtempling my options for the summer to come. While everything or nothing was possible, I could tell my life could go from one direction to another depending on my choices.
Still having the Rainbow desire in the back of my head I went where everyone go these days for informations: online. After a little bit digging, I found answers throught FB groups and websites. But very few ,considering every month there is a Rainbow somewhere on the planet. To be invited to a Rainbow you had to receive a real letter in you mail box. But with modern age and internet revolution and speed, I could access the informations I needed quickly. Yet, even nowdays the Rainbow still keeps its mystery.
The distinction is important at its core. If had to describe what a Rainbow is in three little words, this is what I would say: geniunity, freedom , fraternity. After a couple of month travelling, I had found myself running out of money in July and therefore running out of options for the luxury fast modern ways of travel that I had used so far since February.
