Politics... politics.
I always praised I am NOT into politics but somehow I end up soaking myself into places where you can breath politics. Maybe is just that this world is no longer a place for denial and non-involvement. I decided on traveling around the world just after Evo Morales was elected the first indigenous president of Bolivia (yes, when I left, we were a Republic) and thus crossed continents explaining and answering questions about my feelings on the topic. I somehow landed in Caracas two days after Hugo Chavez passed away, and ended up living the mixture of grief and mixed feelings on the Venezuelan people. Learned a lot on those days. Now, I somehow live in the USA in Trump times. Crazy, scary... confusing.
I have been thinking on writing again on this blog. Lots of trips happened in these years, lots of memories saved, lots of ideas... I often end up chewing stories and lines of thinking yet, somehow, never write them. Well... that will stop. Travel blog... somehow my life itself has become a trip. After I left Bolivia in 2009 I never truly came back, but started traveling for work, for pleasure and for fun. They are all the same at the end, if you really love what you do. Wanderlust, travel bug... feel like it has bitten me for good. No cure, no need to cure. I am back, ready to write...
A extender las alas, que el vuelo no ha acabado!
