Differences between Morocco and the rest of the world 🙂
A weight has been lifted. I am free again. Continue reading
For the medieval imagination, places were charged with a positive sense of thickness, stability, and indivisibility. Space, by contrast, was nothing but the empty “in between,” something that only came into existence as the distance separating two places, two significant points of reference. – Ricardo Padron
Making peace with Rome is coming to terms with myself. Continue reading
Self-surrender is not a process of defeat or of mindlessly submitting to another’s will. It is the act of giving ourselves to a higher purpose. – Rolf Sovik
Talking to my friend last night I realized, once again and as every time I tell ‘my story’, how much had happened in the last 4 years. Specially in the last two. I know life is a constant change… But a life can really change 365 degrees in such a short period of time as 2 years? But maybe not 365, because that would take you back to where you started. And I am very far away from there. Not only physically, but mentally and above all emotionally.
Stop a minute. Think about how far you have travelled. Do not count in miles, but in experiences. In friends. In cities you have seen. In delicious plates you have eaten. In laughs or smiles. Those are what count in life.
Well here I am. 2 years after I left my settled life in New Orleans, that one I thought ‘the one’. My stable job. My nice apartment. I took a leap. I jump to the unknown. And here I am. Am I? or this is a whole different person? Yeah that’s it… We are are different from who we were two years ago. A year ago. Even last week. Constant Change.
That leap drove me into discovering not only what I want to do with my life (what I really, really want ) but also to discover who I am. Even in constant change, my essence sort of thing, is still there. Growing and developing and discovering new parts every day.
As I sit by my window overlooking one of Amsterdam’s canals, in my favorite and most beautiful neighborhood this city has, I just feel grateful. Deeply grateful for every second I went through. For my accident, the broken heart, the hunger of my first years in the US, for the pain and fear, for the friends I’ve made, for the strength I got from it. For the mistakes and mistakes and mistakes. For all. For my braveness and courage to never give up and always, always try one more time to fulfill my destiny.
Cheers to new beginnings/ends… because aren’t they the same thing?
Marruecos. No podia creer que iba por primera vez al Africa. Sola. La idea de estar ahí me ponía la piel de gallina.
Tenía mucha ansiedad, muchas dudas, pero sobre todo mucha curiosidad.
Fes more than everywhere else in Morocco is “a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.” Continue reading
The moment I walked in Marrakech I was taken. Continue reading
“It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma; but perhaps there is a key.” Wiston Churchill said this about Russia, but I am sure if he would have visited Morocco he would have said the same about this country.