Non Fiction, travel, Writing

My Nomadic Life: Running Toward the Water

Now that I’m face to face with the start of a nomadic life, I can see that preparing for this change goes beyond travelling light; it means starting from scratch, learning to do things in a different way, and being more spontaneous; it means allowing myself to be guided by what’s inside of me—that thing… Continue reading My Nomadic Life: Running Toward the Water

Short Stories, Writing

Where I Came From

I jumped from the edge of Angel Falls. The trees looked like a fluffy, green carpet below me, getting closer and closer with every second. But I wasn't scared. As I fell, I smiled at the wonder that I could fall but wouldn't get hurt: that when I shut my eyes, I would be transported… Continue reading Where I Came From