It's been exactly two weeks since I last touched a computer's keyboard. I got much more used to pen and paper and touching the screen of my phone instead of real keys. Bridget and I have been riding through Nevada and California and a few days ago we arrived to her hometown in Idaho called Genesee. Big Red (Bridget's van) has been our transportation by day and our accommodation by night. It took us through the desert and big cities, through mountains and canyons, on Californian beaches and wine valleys. Continue Reading
Saturday afternoon on the beach of Lake Mead, Nevada.
"Hello", I said to the woman dressed in black who caught my attention. "I like your wings. Can I take a photo of you?" Continue Reading
I remember my time in New Orleans as if it had been a dream. When I called Alexandra, my friend in Bloomington, I told her I wished I could finish my trip earlier so I could go back there. "Where did I hear this before?", she replied. I've been saying the same thing about all the places I've been to so far. But New Orleans is at the top of my list. Continue Reading
I'm in Grants, New Mexico. It's past 2AM and my attempts to fall asleep (reading, drinking Bridget's hot whiskey and lying in the dark) have failed. Today I've been feeling home sick and physically sick: dizzy. I have a sore throat and a stuffy nose I can hardly breathe through. Continue Reading
"Can I have your attention, please!" the voice of the man breaks the monotonous sound of the air conditioning. "In order to know more about the region we're going through, look to your left side. Is everybody looking out of the left window?"
I'm staring at the desert, waiting to see something extraordinary. "That's Texas" Continue Reading
After almost a year of planning, saving and dreaming, I arrived in the United States. I'm still in a dream-like state, fascinated by the many curious things around me. I blame it on the jet lag and the cicadas song. The cicadas make me think of fairies and swamps even when I look upon the skyscrapers of Chicago. Continue Reading
First night of holiday with my family. We were on the coast of the Black Sea and the balcony of the hotel room looked out onto the sea. It's rainy and giant clouds are shadowing the whole view. Continue Reading
It's okay to contemplate suicide. To feel down. To feel stuck and see no hope in the future. To think how easy it would be to end it all. To want to escape. To feel like killing yourself. But it's not okay to do it. I don't know where I heard this from but I'm glad I did. Continue Reading