I still remember that day when I arrived in Bogota, Colombia at night with a little bit of money, but no real plans and basically no word of Spanish trying to find my way to downtown. I showed the address of my hostel to an elderly lady in the bus making sure I am on the right direction and she instantly looked for a nice human being to personally bring me there. What a welcome.
This is how it all started and exactly 2 years later I find myself with a fair share of Spanish, still carrying the same few possessions in my backpack that are slowly falling apart. But I learnt to improvise and simplify my life on the road. One that is not always easy and often takes me on adventurous rides, but one that I needed to shake up my reality to again feel alive.
Not sure where the upcoming years will take me, but I have a good feeling I will end up where I am supposed to be, meeting people like you that lift my soul.
I just wanted to say thanks to everyone for all your support and for still following my journey, your messages usually arrive in days that are not all pretty landscapes and mango & avocado season. I love you all and know that each us is capable of more than we ever thought we were, just give it a try.
Much Love ❤︎ and have a read on what I encountered and learnt the past 2 years along the road in South America,