Extraordinary situation. Uncertainty. Waiting. Cancellations. Not many options. Split-second decision. Jump on a plane, take a train, arrive. Back home. No final goodbye. Fourteen months over, just like that. Plans change. Everything changes. Even so, everything is still the same. Seamless transition to a new routine. Too many projects. Nowhere to go. Too much news….
Category: Travelling
una tarde en El Bolsón
caminando por las calles de la ciudad que se va despertando el claxon de los autos la gente yendo a algún lado con propósito y empeño pero sin apuro el vaivén de la feria artesanías hasta donde alcanza la vista hallazgos inesperados el sabroso olor a empanadas recién salidas del horno la dulce explosión de…
an afternoon in El Bolsón
resting in the shade of a tree whose name I do not know children hanging from its branches they have not forgotten yet how to play full of innocence and imagination the guitar chords of Bohemian Rhapsody floating in the bohemian air the sweet explosion of raspberries and blackberries leaves my mouth dyed a deep…
Karma’s a b*tch
It might be that I made too many jokes about the new coronavirus, contemplating the paranoia in Europe from afar and not taking it seriously enough. Maybe it’s also because I repeated too many times that I didn’t want to leave South America yet. Either way, I’d finally gotten used to the idea of returning,…
«¡¿Solita?!»
– a middle-aged Peruvian woman exclaims upon seeing me hike up on my own to the famous waterfalls. She is not the first to react this way, people are generally surprised to see a young woman travelling on her own. They usually seem concerned about my well-being or look around suspiciously to see if there…
dirty hands, happy heart
pulling out weeds a big grin on my face dirt under my fingernails a broken boot good company freshly brewed coffee the sound of music in the air walking barefoot Almirante Nieto looking down on us keeping a watchful eye las Torres rising up behind him such a beautiful scenery a dirt-smeared face grinning back…
Looking back
14th of January 2019 – Off again! Suitcase and backpack packed, getting on a plane to the other end of the world. Mixed feelings. Full of expectations, dreams, a little bit of fear. What will await me this time? . Almost a year later, I sit at the Coirón checkpoint in the middle of the…
New year, new me
Happy New Year 2020! I can’t believe a new decade has begun. So many new possibilities, projects, plans… Still – new year, same me. Don’t worry, there haven’t been any crazy changes, apart from the ones that have happened gradually in the course of my travels (more about that later). However, I thought it might…
Lima la gris
. Así la llaman, con desprecio qué apodo más ordinario e injustificado . Cierto, la ciudad te da la bienvenida con neblina y nubes opacas parece fría y hostil pero no lo es . Como me explicó alguien en el Malecón, a la hora del amanecer la verdad es que está llena de colores, de…
Side street interview
Remember my writer friend from the jungle, A. C. Ridenour? Well, he visited me in Cusco back in March and interviewed me for his project «The Nomad Theory». Sitting on a doorstep in some side street in Cusco, we talked about my volunteering experience, gap years and multilingualism. Go check out the result here. And…