FIRST STEPS

Once upon a time, I went abroad. I was a child. It was funny to see how people didn't understand my mommy. When I came back home, it was nice to tell my friends everything that I saw. Guys, there are people out there who eat dinner at 7, they don't speak spanish and they don't know what iberic ham is. There are places where the buildings seem to touch the sky, and others with monuments as old as Jesus. There are roads which seem infinite. I liked it. I wanted to visit more places like those. Then, I started to realise that every place you go has its own magic. I don't know when it happened, but it became a drug. To go far away. To see things around me different from home. Every time I needed more. I wanted to explore everything. Every time I traveled I expected to come back. I needed more time abroad. Traveling is the most accurate magic that exists. I'm going to write this down to make sure I accomplish it :

                                                  I'M GOING TO TRAVEL THE WORLD