It’s been nearly a month since I wrote a new post about this new chapter of My Nomadic Life, even though when I left Colombia I told myself that this time I’d be more constant about updating my blog—not like in Brazil, where it fizzled out after a few months as the daily distractions of… Continue reading Life & Loss on the Road
Though I'd been dreaming of going back for years, I didn't expect to return to New York City in 2021. But ever since I left Colombia (again) in August, things haven't been exactly going to plan (in a good way) and I've been relearning how to embrace the unexpected. That's how I ended up on… Continue reading If I can Make it There…
Being born in Colombia —a violent and lovely land of duality, of rancid poetry, marvellous heartbreak, impossible beauty, and sequestered abundance— is a curse. On the one hand, it’s a magical, fertile, lush kingdom filled with wonders and beauty. From the Amazon Rainforest to the Caribbean Sea, from the Andes mountains to the Pacific Ocean,… Continue reading The Colombian Curse: A Love Letter to my Country
It’s in my blood, this travel bug. I was born with it, into it, and it has only grown stronger with every passport stamp, every border crossing, every coastline I’ve walked on that signals the end of a continental mass that still hasn’t been swallowed up by the Ocean. Every year, as I stubbornly become… Continue reading Embracing the Unexpected
Thankfully, you’re more likely to get sprayed by a 40-foot mechanical wood-and-steel elephant on a hot summer afternoon than to cross paths with an armoured knight these days in the Loire Valley, though both are fantastical notions.
In late 2015, I embarked on a nomadic journey through Brazil that forever changed my life. I wasn’t sure where exactly I would go or for how long— all I knew was I would start in the Amazon, head south to Uruguay, and stop at Iguazu Falls. After eighteen months on the road, I managed… Continue reading Leaving Colombia. Again.
Walking into the small hippie village in Arembepe, located about 30 km north-east of Salvador de Bahia in northern Brazil, feels like going back in time. There are no roads, just sandy paths that get uncomfortably hot under the blazing sun; there's no electricity, so only the stars and the moon light the way at night;… Continue reading Aldeia Hippie de Arembepe
I don't know that I've ever felt like a less spontaneous person in my life than the day I found my Israeli friend unpacking his bag in our hostel in Salvador, Brazil, taking out everything he wouldn’t need for Europe but had been essential during his last year in South America. “I found a cheap… Continue reading My Nomadic Life: Life in Motion
Llegando a Salvador de Bahía, Brasil —Encontré un pasaje barato y salgo esta noche para Barcelona —me dice mi amigo de Israel una mañana en Salvador de Bahía, Brasil, mientras sacaba de su mochila todo lo que no iba a necesitar en Europa pero que fue esencial para su último año en Sur América. Existen… Continue reading Mi Vida Nómada: Vida en Movimiento
Entre más me acerco a los treinta, más pienso en el tiempo; en su significado; en su influencia sobre mis acciones y decisiones; en nuestra insistencia que lo podemos doblar, moldear, y ajustar a nuestros deseos; pienso en nuestra percepción de él cuando miramos atrás y cuando imaginamos el futuro. Olinda, Pernambuco, Brasil Siempre estamos… Continue reading Mi Vida Nómada: Universos Paralelos