The 7 wonders of my trips

Writing this blog is getting me back a lot of memories. When I started, I looked again at all the pictures from my trips, and I started to understand the amount of places I had visited. I am a traveler easy to please: I have enjoyed most of the destinations, there are a lot where I would like to go back, and there are a few that really impressed me. Tomorrow is the last day of the year, and year end is a period of summaries and lists ‘the best of...’, so I have prepared a list with the places I have liked the most from my trips until 2013. 

Conversations in the Atlas' valleys

It’s just a matter of references. I was once in a plane with an Indian friend, flying over the Alps, when he asked me ‘the Alps are quite small, right?’ I was surprised, I never thought about the Alps as small. ‘Well, not really... some peaks are over 4000 meters’ I told him, and he replied ‘so they’re small... Himalayas are over 8000 meters’. Uhm, yes, compared this way, the Alps are not so high, and neither is Atlas, with its highest peaks being around 4000 meters as well.

The enchanted valley

It is interesting how, depending on the regions we visit, our perception of the country can be very different. If I had to define Morocco in three words, it would be calm, hospitality, and music. But I think that somebody who has only been in Marrakesh would ask me where I found the ‘calm’. Well, not in Marrakesh. But during my trip I did not spend a lot of time in big cities, I mainly stayed in the Atlas and the desert, and there I found calm, hospitality, and music.

Tarn is dressed in autumn colors

 I didn't write for a long time (I was on holidays and, after that, I had no time...). Finally, I have found the time to look at the pictures from a day I spent in Tarn, at the end of October. Tarn is a region at the north of Toulouse that, in only one day, became one of my favourites in France. I'd like to go back, to see if it is always like this, or it was just the first sight. Or was it because the weather was so good? Or because the region was dressed in autumn colors?

Austrian Italy (or Italian Austria)

'You won't like it', told me a collegue from work. 'It's a pity that the first city you will see in Italy is Trieste, there's nothing to see', told me another. But I was very happy to go to Italy, even if it was not to one of the famous cities, even if it was a trip for work, and I wanted to enjoy it. And I was not disappointed. 

Digital art: Sweden

When I think about Sweden, I think about snow (lots of snow), but also about sunsets, little villages with white walls and red roof, small boats in the sea, squares with flowers and old tramways. 

This is the reason why, once, I wanted to prepare a present for a friend who I met in Sweden, and I couldn't chose a picture. How would it be to take this one? Oh, no, but this one would be nice as well... and that one? And what about two, ot three, or several pictures combined together...?

Even in heavenly beaches it might rain (3/3)

There, in that beach in Ilha Grande, sitting down under the rain, the man I just met tells me his story:

‘I am from New York. A long time ago, I believed I had everything, that I was completely happy.

Even in heavenly beaches it might rain (2/3)

After several hours of trip, I arrive to Vila do Abrão by ferry. I find my mother in the crowd, and she gives me a big hug.

We go to the pousada (guesthouse, inn). We pass in front of a small church, turn to the right, and take a street perpendicular to the sea. There is no pavement, it is a earth path with pousadas in both sides, and palm trees. I feel like in a film, it is hard to believe that this is the place where my mother lives.

Even in heavenly beaches it might rain (1/3)

 I thought I knew her well. After all, we had lived together for a long time. But one day, all of a sudden, she announced me that she was leaving to a foreign country. To a foreign country! She, who had always lived in the same neighborhood in Barcelona. I was completely in shock.

‘Yeah... maybe you’re right; a change might be good for you. And where would you go?’

‘...’

‘To Vila do Abrão? Ah ok. And where is this, in Portugal?’

‘...’

‘An island in Brazil? But, mother... are you sure?’

10 images around Dublin

I will always be fond of Ireland. It was the first place I visited alone, and Ireland welcomed me warmly. What I remember the best is the green color of grass and the kindness of people. That journey opened me the door to the world, and invited me to keep discovering places and cultures. 

Reading is like travelling and travelling is an art

Reading is like travelling, travelling is an art and this blog combines travel, art and literature. I want to write fictitious stories and tell real anecdotes, show photos and create digital compositions. Talk about distant places and close places. Combine graphic art and stories, real and imaginary, travel and creation. And other things which cross my mind, which are quite a lot and often unexpected. I'll let my imagination fly!