|ESP| La adrenalina de abrír google maps y ver el puntito azul bailar entre África y Europa!Esta vez, la decisión no estaba fácil les cuento. Moría por dar el saltico a Marruecos, pero me han dicho mucho que no vaya sola (el que me quiera acompañar, comuniquese x favor). Así que con un presupuesto apretado siendo temporada pero sueltaaa al garete decidí empezar por el sur de España, en Sevilla. Que sorpresita. Cómo les explico?Es una ciudad con aire a vida. Te invita a caminarla, a beber una cervecita fría …
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📍La piedra del Penol, Colombia
670 steps that led me to divorce. Married? Wait,What? Yes people, I was also Mrs. HahahaSomewhere in that difficult stage of separation, where you go back and forth…Well, I ended up strolling the streets of Guatapé with my ex. I was working in Curaçao, and he convinced me to go to Medellin for the weekend as a reunion. He booked an amazing hotel with a spectacular view. We had a great weekend and on the last day, he took me to this place, La Piedra del Peñol. We went up and there …
Nomad by Fate | Nómada por destino
| ENG | I remember in Dec 2018, I had just finished my sabbatical trip from Asia. All my life plans went out the window along with my bf at the time. I had no clue what was next, but I still refused to go back to an office. As a rebel move, or lost cause – wouldn’t know – I figured I should ask the universe for the job that would best suit me and wait for it. 2 weeks later, my phone rang. A day before Christmas actually, …
Life Lesions | Lesiones de la Vida
Who likes a novela? Life LesionsThis trip was about trying to pull myself together after a horrible 3 yrs relationship breakup; with a person with a broken moral compass that ended with a restraining order for cyber harassment. Classy. My sister bought me a ticket to fly to Washington in an effort to revive my travel soul, as I was slowly but surely hitting a depression. She drove me to this park, stopped at every single photo opportunity and waited for me to smile with such a hope! – I …
A princess’s life | La de vida de una princesa.
A princess’s life Princess is a 7 year-old girl, whom I met while walking barefoot through the muddy streets of Nacpan. When she crossed us she looked at my feet and pointed to a small house where sandals hung. I approached her and told her to choose something, but she refused and put some fuchsia pair (so her, little me) on me, insisting to take them and well, I bought them. From there, she grabbed my hand and led me to the town’s church and we quickly reached the chapel …