In none of those places did I look for the risk, in fact I have a habit of trying to avoid it, But the desire to know the world and try to complete the unfathomable puzzle of the human race is stronger.. And that doesn't make me a hero or an asshole..
The first time I lived outside of Spain, in Malta, upon returning a good friend asked me what have you learned? and I answered: “The secret is the people”. And every country I live in, every trip i make, I have it clearer.
"Se buscan hombres para viaje peligroso. Meager salary. Extreme cold. Long months of complete darkness. Constant danger. Return is not guaranteed. Honor y reconocimiento en caso de éxito".
Travel has always been the perfect excuse for not looking at ourselves, to turn your face to the mirror. And I say this with the awareness of having traveled a handful of countries from every corner of the planet, from Alaska to Ushuaia, from South Africa to Iverness, from Australia to the Himalayas.
I decided to do. I left the comfort of the comfort zone and decided to try. I made a list of what you left behind: a job, a house, a family and wonderful friends, a television that understood, a shadow and a pout. Then, When evening reviewing, I added a car, my comforter, thousand tavernas and a cd. What do you expect me? I made another list after long sleepless nights filled with a "do not know".
The sedentary traveler does not remember when or how he stopped traveling. A bad day, it happened. Maps fell from the calendar, planes and routes with the same ease with which, suddenly, winter is coming.
The bewilderment of a new city that turns you into a stranger, or a landscape you never thought to be a part of, unravel the puzzle of who you are (actually, what you think you are) At the same time, it distorts preconceived ideas and places you in front of a mirror in which it is not certain that what you see reflected will please you..
I would do the same as Elizabeth Gilbert in Bali : buy a ticket to a destination where no one expected me, not knowing where I live, or what I do, neither know nor how much is the euro, nor how it of taxis at the airport ...
Everything is sea, as when under the beach and helped the fishermen to pull nets laying morning (something I do not do much for me as I approach stop pulling the net while they encourage me to continue). Groups of women and children for an hour dragging eternal network, weighing as the ocean and brings small fish are eaten by dozens of people who live near them without.
I've eaten nuts, two coffees, nibbled a bit of pineapple and spicy tuna swallowed a dumpling and potato. I'm fat and happy. We continue to gain height, and forest clearing will, giving way to the tea fields. Waterfalls, women collecting leaves, white factories, tiny villages and Hindu temples.
¿Quién es Rousseff, Wolfgang Schaüble o Crhis Martin? And Ronaldinho, Ozil y Beckham? Well, that, knowledge to break down the barriers of the unknown. Communication. That other reality that football never mind.