Some people in my life

I have travelled around more or less 10 countries... I have seen so many different things, I have heard a lot of stories, I have met loads of people.

I have had what sometimes I think are the strangest thoughts and felt the most ridiculous, extreme and intense feelings. I have started and ended different projects.

I have met a lot of wonderful wonderful people, I have had extraordinary conversations, I have spotted the differences and similarities between me and them, I have listened to their accents and I have shared my life with them. Wonderful people are all around. 

Every time I travelled, of course, I meet a lot of people. Most of their names and faces will be lost in my skull, taken away by time. I will remember their stories but not their voices, I will confuse the colour of their eyes after some time, I will not be sure where I met them or what country they were from and what they were doing there. I will not know if they had families, if they were only children or had brothers and sisters, I will not remember what they did for a living.

I will sure know that they were kind, fun or shy. I will remember that I had a good time somewhere, that I helped them with something, that they helped me with something or that they said something I identified with.

Wonderful and beautiful people all over the lands, in different colours, with different accents, with different reasons for their travels and unique lessons for their lives.

People happen all the time, they happened so much in this trip around Perú and the North of Chile.

I realized how I always want to keep all these people in my life after I meet them. It happened when I went to Europe, it happened again when I went to the US. I talked and shared with people, humans of all kinds and it was hard for me to let them go out of my life, I wanted to keep them as friends, I always struggled with the idea of letting them go. Or letting them stay actually, as I am the one leaving all the time. 

This time, in the early 2013, I was aware that they were not meant to stay. 

Europeans, Gringos, Asians, Australians, Muslims, Atheists, Agnostics, all of them were just meant to happen that one day, or that week, or that moment. They are not for me to keep or to stay, they will go away, they will follow a different path. And I love them the time they appear in my life and say the things I will remember later. But then they go, and I go too but in a different direction. And I wish them the best and hope I see them somewhere and some day again in life. And they do the same.

I am greateful for travelling and for all these people on the way.

To all of you I want to say thanks amd that I hope you achieved your goals. If you haven't, I hope you're still trying, and if you've failed I hope you have new aims or that you get up soon and keep going. Because I really want to see you again.

PS: If I see you again and I don't remember your name or where you're from, forgive me. I am sure I will remember your story though.

These are just a few of the awesome, new and different people I met in my trip to Perú. 

At the bar with Russian Mariska, Chinese Julian and Canadian Josh.

Inca Jungle group to Machu Picchu: Aussies Patrick, Reece and Daniel and our tour guide Elver AKA "Chavo"

The group with the Slovak newlyweds Agnes and Tommy

In Huacachina with the amazing Peruvian girls from the agency and Swiss Frederich , the rasta.

In Las Cuevas of Arica with gringo Mike and Canadian Liam.

In Cusco, at Mamma Africa, with Steven from Perú and Clay, whom I had met in the US and happened to be in Cusco at the same time!

In Arequipa with Michel "the Dutch Machine" and Brent from Canada (he did the "coca cola canyon")

At the market in Arequipa with two amazing Europeans: Margo from Hungary and Mathias from Germany.

In the hostel with Pan, from Taiwan. Hilarious Asian!