Come fly away with me!

Five months from now we will be heading to Rio de Janeiro leading our first group of travelers for ten days. This idea has been living in my mind for a while, and finally Jeff and I put the plan to work and we will make it grow from now on. We believe traveling is…

Learning to fly

The act of learning how to fly tells more about our courage to try than our ability to fly.

When plans don’t go as planned.

What to do when the unexpected takes over giving us a small window of time to make decisions? Isn’t that just a chance to be creative? Isn’t it a chance to prove to ourselves that we can find ways to solve problems even if when we didn’t know we could? Even pushing us to communicate…

Waves of ideas

  Waves of ideas come and go trying to take me to different worlds where I can be totally alone and unreachable till the moment I’m completely satisfied and then I can choose to come back, or not. Where do we go when momentarily we leave our body? When the solid gold light feels like sticky…

Business man

  “Quanto custa?” I asked the little boy, and he answered me in a perfect English: ” It’s a donation, you pay as much as you want”. He had entered the restaurant where we were sitting and waiting for our fiends to arrive. It was one of those small places, half eating area and half…

Ilha Grande

      My cheese-bread rolled over the small table where we were sitting at the outdoor cafe, I looked at him and quickly grabbed it and put it in my mouth. For that split second he thought that I would give up on that piece of  bread rolling on a not well sanitized table, and he…

Dutch girl

We had been walking around for a while going in and out of different houses, either to eat, or to see things while alternating with the entertainment on the streets. Noise, music, food, drinks, people of all ages celebrating a medieval  party. This one art gallery had many faces staring at me, some in very colorful…

By the train tracks

We had gone on that dirt road too many times. Like a movie that you have watched over and over to the point where you know every dialogue, I knew each house, each tree and bush. To the right of the road was a row of tiny houses and their tiny backyards where kids played…

Lessons from the sea

Back in Mexico, four times in the last two years, every time a different place and a new experience. This is slowly turning into a love affair. Our boat was waiting for our group of 22 divers, this would be our place to live in the next seven days. The crew of ten people, and…

The tortilla lady

There she was standing on her 2′ radius, rotating between the bowl of dough, the press machine, and the grill where she would finalize her work by putting all of the grilled tortillas in a basket covered with a white and green checkered napkin. She worked fast and pretended that nobody watched her. I watched…

Let me walk through your home

Let me walk through your home and take my time absorbing every detail. Let me imagine the stories that happened here or the ones that will happen. The softness of the floor, the textures of the walls, everything invites me to touch your space and stay for a little longer. But it would be disturbing…

It’s just a matter of time…

“You must be an artist?”, he asked me. Jeff and I had been in Marrakech for over a week then. We had walked those alleys, the open markets, hundreds of little shops, and many restaurants. We had eaten like kings, shopped like tourists, mingled with locals and learned a lot more about ourselves than we…