Vuelvo a las montañas vuelvo a los valles Vuelvo a ver lugares y a personas que no he visto en mucho tiempo Brazos abiertos, corazones abiertos Vuelvo a ríos y lagos vuelvo a bosques Vuelvo a mercados y calles llenos de risas y expresiones conocidas Familia elegida y de sangre Vuelvo a mi yo más…
Tag: friends
Coming home
Home to mountains home to valleys Home to places and people that I haven’t seen in a long time Open arms, open hearts Home to rivers and lakes home to forests Home to markets and streets full of laughter and the familiar slang Friends, family Home to my younger self home to old habits Home…
Hug
noun [hʌɡ]: embrace, sign of affection, safe place. when is the last time you hugged someone? like, really hugged someone. not a half-hearted hug, a side hug, a virtual hug or a pat-on-the-back kind of hug. a real, genuine hug. like a bear hug, for example, an I’ll-hold-you-tight-and-never-let-go hug, a so-nice-to-see-you hug, a you’ll-be-ok hug,…
Friends around the world
¡Hola! Nice to meet you again. Ich freue mich, dich zu sehen :). Ça fait longtemps, tu vas bien? paths criss-crossing meeting again after a long time «Les voyageurs se croisent toujours deux fois.» long chats, listening to their stories, sharing, being inspired knowing you don’t have that much time, you bond more quickly relationships are more intimate,…
«¡¿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…
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…
Passers-through
«How long are you staying here for?» – Most people answer «one week», «two weeks», maybe «one month», maximum. When I tell them that I’m staying for more than half a year, I get surprised looks. Cusco is ever-changing. People come, people go. You constantly see new faces, hear new stories. For a brief moment, your path crosses other travellers’…
Jungle fries
«We’ve arrived in paradise.» Those were my first thoughts upon our arrival in the jungle. Well, a hot, sticky paradise full of mosquitoes, but still… paradise. A couple of days earlier, I’d stumbled upon Novalis by chance (you can find them on Airbnb, too) and was fascinated from the start. Treehouses, in the middle of…