Who would have said it. Three months have passed already since we started living in the van. Some months ago I was saying I needed adventure and now this journey to Spain is coming to an end. In a couple days I'm going to Chile with Max to visit the family and friends.
It has been a wonderful experience. The more I do things like this, the more I realize I have to carry on living like I am.
I want to mention two things I've learned:
First, spending all day together with someone else in a confined space its such a weird incredible experience. Its unbelievable how a tiny space can feel giant after you get used to it, how a place without rooms can end up having different spaces just by adding a curtain. The quickness arguments are resolved just for having to share such a little space. The joy of being close.... Its really AN EXPERIENCE.
second... At first I was traveling like just a coming and going...three months away... 10 months back...etc. this didnt have any mayor consequences for me. But now after all this years, I look back and Im starting to feel like a total alien. Its like I almost dont belong to anywhere in particular. Im pretty sure I dont even speak fluent spanish anymore...obviously i do...but do you know how with time usually new slang words come in trend and everybody your age in a country uses them...and theres a way of speaking...bla bla. When you are away for so long... Your brain gets used to speaking in different ways and then when you speak your native language you speak with a weirdness...
Also.. In the last few years Ive been back to my country every year but not for so long as to REALLY become again part of it. Im so outdated... Its crazy how the more time passes the less I can identify myself with anything...the more my world grows...the more my identity spreads like a mist in the mountains...just moves...spreads... Difficult to pinpoint...to define...to delimit. So...its like I dont exactly know whats my purpose or my place anymore. But who cares. Im happy and every day more sure that i LOVE MOVING. Wandering... My capacity to adapt to change is my middle name.
And third. I know I said I was only going to mention two things, but also ... Do you know when you really want something you are willing to do anything for it? Thats how I've always felt about traveling. i dont mind losing comodities...my beloved and obsessive access to a washing machine 24/7... A nice shower...a toilet..etc. My whole body jumps of excitement everytime we start a new adventure.
It has been a wonderful experience. The more I do things like this, the more I realize I have to carry on living like I am.
I want to mention two things I've learned:
First, spending all day together with someone else in a confined space its such a weird incredible experience. Its unbelievable how a tiny space can feel giant after you get used to it, how a place without rooms can end up having different spaces just by adding a curtain. The quickness arguments are resolved just for having to share such a little space. The joy of being close.... Its really AN EXPERIENCE.
second... At first I was traveling like just a coming and going...three months away... 10 months back...etc. this didnt have any mayor consequences for me. But now after all this years, I look back and Im starting to feel like a total alien. Its like I almost dont belong to anywhere in particular. Im pretty sure I dont even speak fluent spanish anymore...obviously i do...but do you know how with time usually new slang words come in trend and everybody your age in a country uses them...and theres a way of speaking...bla bla. When you are away for so long... Your brain gets used to speaking in different ways and then when you speak your native language you speak with a weirdness...
Also.. In the last few years Ive been back to my country every year but not for so long as to REALLY become again part of it. Im so outdated... Its crazy how the more time passes the less I can identify myself with anything...the more my world grows...the more my identity spreads like a mist in the mountains...just moves...spreads... Difficult to pinpoint...to define...to delimit. So...its like I dont exactly know whats my purpose or my place anymore. But who cares. Im happy and every day more sure that i LOVE MOVING. Wandering... My capacity to adapt to change is my middle name.
And third. I know I said I was only going to mention two things, but also ... Do you know when you really want something you are willing to do anything for it? Thats how I've always felt about traveling. i dont mind losing comodities...my beloved and obsessive access to a washing machine 24/7... A nice shower...a toilet..etc. My whole body jumps of excitement everytime we start a new adventure.
