Written on march 6, 2016.
In ten days I will fly high. I have a new trip and with it, new adventures. I like the feeling of knowing that the days will pass and they will lead me to paths that I haven’t seen, to different faces and to getting lost in an odd place. Now it’s my turn to see volcanos, lakes and streets flooded with art-craft, this time I will go to a neighbor country. Yes, Guatemala is calling me.
I will go just for few days and I will go up gradually until I reach San Cristobal, my favorite place. I do not know what awaits me there, but I know that I want to go and feel again that burning desire to move in lost places and feeling strange and strong. I long to feel that again, that thing I feel when I travel, when I’m not in a place with roots and I move and get loose and I fly. I do not care where I go, all I have to do is go.