Industrial Fishing Boats Loom Over as I Find My Way Home.

Just a grrl This morning I woke up to complete silence. The bed was really comfortable, there was light coming through red curtains. The large mirror has not been unwrapped, and everything was basic. I got up and went to brush my teeth, it was an orange and white toothbrush. A mosquito buzzed at myContinue reading “Industrial Fishing Boats Loom Over as I Find My Way Home.”

Sooo.. Who Killed Princess Diana??

Backpacking Random but true. The only conspiracy theory I ever agreed with, think it might be true and not the creation of bored and paranoid freaks is that Princess Diana and Dodi Fayed was murdered by the "establishment" whoever they may be. Don’t laugh, I really believe it, even if that kills any credibility IContinue reading “Sooo.. Who Killed Princess Diana??”

The Last Supper and Arrests of Sudanese Refugees (1)

Milan Each day Milan offers unexpected and disconcerting experiences. This morning I sampled the great Leonardo Da Vinci Mural of the "Last Supper," in a high security air conditioned reconstructed hall followed by a large purchase of chocolates. I went to sit in the Duomo to write in my diary. I had half an hourContinue reading “The Last Supper and Arrests of Sudanese Refugees (1)”

The familiar and unfamiliar of making a hamburger.

Milan 2005 Everyday I go to the supermarket. I walk around the big aisles and look at things I have no intention of ever buying, some never will ingest but I like to walk around it. I am slowly learning what is on each shelf and which aisle. I am getting to know the products.Continue reading “The familiar and unfamiliar of making a hamburger.”

Transit in London: the feeling of arrivals

Backpacking addict. Arriving to london has a different sensation. It’s like I am catching a bus and getting of nowhere. I have no emotional response to the landing, there isn’t a blip of excitment that acompanies most landing. Sydney makes me smile because I will hang out with my mom and dad in the patioContinue reading “Transit in London: the feeling of arrivals”

Mi Familia in Guatemala.

Backpacking Addict This is mi familia in Xela (Quezaltenango) in the Northern Part of Guatemala whom I lived with after university. Not speaking a word of espano, papa Arturo, mama Francisco, Carmen, Paula, Zura, Matias, and Miguel Tacsin fed me much better food than my friends who house-stayed with others, showed me around the parks,Continue reading “Mi Familia in Guatemala.”