Since childhood I have felt curious to know other countries, other places, other faces. I remember sitting for hours looking at a book about countries, learning every flag, capital and characteristics of the most distant countries. I remember dreaming about traveling to these places before I remember thinking what I wanted to be in life.
There must be something in my genes, coming from a family of immigrants who crossed the ocean to try their luck in other lands – I have always felt the need to see what’s beyond the Andes.
I remember being in school and admiring friends traveling on our holidays to distant destinations Even though at that age the farthest place they were going was probably Disneyworld, these places always seemed to be so far away for me.
With my family I traveled within our country since I was born… always going to the South, which is dear to me. Every summer (and some winters) since I was one year old, we travelled together for hours in order to reach the place we had been wanting to go all year: my grandparents’ house: full of love, friendship, joy and food … lots of food.
I started working small jobs when I was 14, and all of my earnings were spent on what I liked the most: travel. I began to travel within the country with friends, camping, hitchhiking on main roads and small paths many times over the next years, walking for hours under the rain or sun carrying a huge backpack with food for days (which I no longer feel so nice to do).
It was probably after my first trip to Europe that I realized it was possible to travel the world, that it was not an impossible idea, and after that magnificent experience I began to travel through South America. While there, I also realized that a woman can travel alone in South America…and also in the world!
So now I also travel to inspire other women to travel their own countries and the whole world! It is possible, safe and funny too!
Despite what everyone said to me, I kept wanting to know and traveling to destinations that I keep deep in my heart, knowing the goodness and kindness of the human being, and getting help in the most unlikely places.
Along with that I met the exchange accommodation networks (hospitalityclub and couchsurfing) with whom I traveled and received travellers in my home countless times. Has undoubtedly been one of the most valuable experiences of my life, when at times I lose faith in humans goodness, appear beautiful things in life that brighten and leave behind the idea that humans are bad and unable to share love that round my mind sometimes.
Why I have this passion for travel?
I do not travel to escape anything, I love my family, my friends, my country.
Maybe I travel to confirm that people are fine, they are not all selfish and individualistic, which nevertheless I can still trust some people and not all lie constantly, leaving behind a pessimistic idea I have at times on humans .
I travel also to find myself. It is on the road when you are forced to face yourself, your reality, your fears, your tastes, your values, your mistakes, what you really are and it is in this search that I still encounter there are many things that even with my 33 years I do not know or do not face yet. It is when I am absolutely out of my comfort zone that I feel more alive. I’m looking for something I feel I have left out when trying to have a “normal life”. It is on the road that I connect with myself and keep contact with my dreams.
I like both: to sleep in a tent under the stars or in a five-star hotel. I like as much to eat pasta in the most elegant restaurant in a city as eating street food. I like adventure . I like the thrill of living life in an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar language , where you’re totally a stranger for everybody.
I am myself when I move, when I travel, when I sleep in different places in the same month, when I try different foods. I feel alive and I feel myself.