Turkey left me speechless. I would stare at the horizon watching the sun go to bed while feeling the breeze on my face, drinking a little cup of Turkish tea, listening to the sound of the waters, the fishermen, street sellers and watching from the border of the bridge the birds flying around searching for food. Continue reading “Turkey”
Antonio Vivaldi was the name of my teacher Jorge Vascones’ chamber orchestra. During my teenage years he taught me not only how to play the violin but how to appreciate it for what it does. Today, I couldn’t felt any other way but nostalgic sitting on my bed next to my stringless violin. Continue reading “Stringless”
A recent call with mom got me thinking quite a lot about what I had finally learnt during my first year in Romania. Continue reading “Three things”
“Dear parents, today you won’t have a child anymore. Without smoke, without alcohol, I fly. I’m not fleeing, I fly.” Continue reading “I’m not fleeing, I fly.”
Two Romanians, one Dutch, one Moldavian and one Peruvian (me). Final destination: Snagov Monastery. Done. Let’s go!
A cold weather, with constant rain and thunders in the sky. Coloured leaves falling off. For the first time in my life I was living a real autumn. I will never forget how I was opening my life to a whole new experience. (Versión en español al final) Continue reading “Romania – Year #1”
No recuerdo mi edad, sé que era muy pequeño, y la primera de ellas me cargaba cuando iba a comprar a la vuelta de la esquina. La segunda de ellas siempre me alentaba. La tercera de ellas, siempre fue mi protectora. Las más ancianas, sabiduría y trabajo arduo. Mi madre, mi ejemplo de fuerza y mi consejera número uno. No imagino #NiUnaMenos en mi lista. Continue reading “#NiUnaMenos”