i arrive at an unknown busstop after a 6 hour ride. i get off the bus. i look around. an elderly woman called Margaret picks me up and we drive through the mountains. and we drive. and drive. and arrive at a woolshed. Gavin and Shane are shearing the sheep.  I watch and eat bacon&egg pie with cucumber and lettuce. Three hours later Gav

Bits and pieces of my new zealand journal about traveling 18458.381 km in two days. 2nd Jan. 2014, This is the moment I have waited for all my life. The moment to prove myself and everyone else that I am strong enough to survive on my own. And I will survive. I spend the last day of my old life in town and in my

What is home? I remember seeing my home as the house I lived in until I was three years old, one that is now blurred from the memories of the following years. That was home. As we moved to another town, into the house I have been living in ever since, I got confused. Was that now supposed to be home? But the confusion did not

For my 18th birthday in March I decide to travel to Dublin again, with my whole family. Ireland was in 2009 the first country or more like a place where I thought about the future, so I think it is a good place to be when adulthood starts for me. We arrive on Friday night, the day before my birthday. We spend Saturday with

Ser tu partida y tu llegada  quiero nacer desde tu calma déjame ser tus pensamientos saber lo que llevas por dentro – Carlos Vives ☾ On Sunday I say goodbye to my family and watch them leave. I take my suitcase upstairs to the 29th floor and wait for my americans to get ready. We’re on the road again – to

Always remember that the most important thing in a good marriage is not happiness, but stability.”  ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera ☾ We arrive on Monday afternoon. The hotel is more like an apartment complex, the whole family (both sides) live here in different rented apartments, from floor 9 to floor 36. We arrive late for the dinner that is planned