It all began when I first put real life on pause to just live, elsewhere. I took a break from the intensity of life back home -stuffed with people you must see and places where you must go- and it felt great. Without strings, obligations, responbilities or duties, I found an elsewhere where I could just be.
As you already know if you have been following my blog for a while, exactly one year ago I downshifted at my desk job to have more time for writing and focusing on this blog. It has been a very intense year and has brought me to the 1000 follower milestone on facebook, to publishing my travel stories in several magazines and even in a couple of books, to developing partnerships with different companies and –above all- to spending my time doing what I like most: travelling and writing.
While on the road, you are supposed to make it with just what you’ve managed to stuff into your suitcase. I find it very liberating: I always end up realizing that I can survive with a very small part of that big amount of stuff I’m usually surrounded with.
Impersonal as only airports and stations can be, the anonymity of places of transit is democratic: they are extremely similar, even if they are located thousands of kilometres away from each other.
Similar are the snacks you will find –despite the variety of local cuisines- the long hallways of automatic machines and wracks displaying magazines in different languages, the overabundance of signs that channel the travellers, the simple font on no-frills screens indicating arrivals and departures.