There is a sleepy village in the Žilina Region of Northern Slovakia that stretches alongside one single street. With its 3500 inhabitants, Oravská Polhora comes into life during the second week-end of September, when the street...
I signed my freedom today. Black ink on white paper, the document expressed both in Slovak and English my will to terminate my contract next October. I had known it for a long time. My...
Elena Sabella
I was born in Florence (Italy) thirty years ago, over two of which I have spent exploring the beauties of the South American continent.
Today I am a wandering soul, a honest heart in a countinous search for revolution. I carry my home with me, but I never forget where my roots are. I fill my belly with colorful plants, because animals are our friends and the Earth our mother. I fly high with my purple and green dreams. I travel the world because I am thirsty for knowledge, because I want to catch all the beauties of the Pachamama with my short-sighted eyes and smell freedom. I travel to share with those human beings that cross my path, to learn from them and take a small piece of every place and every person with me.
I love photography, foreign languages, maps, the smell of old books, of recently cut grass and filtered coffee. I love people who laugh loud and spontanously and fill you with happiness, those long and deep conversations, and sisterhood.
This blog started in 2016, when I decided that I was not going to look at my life pass by while sitting behind a desk, planning and saving up for my next trip. If what I loved the most was traveling, then I wanted to spend my days doing that! My adventure started with a one-way ticket to Lima and a plan-less plan. Two years later, I am far from being the person that jumped on that plane: it is a journey of transformation.
PARAGUAY
Joel’s and my paths took different directions in the Paraguayan Chaco, and I spent three months in the capital working to save up to continue my journey.
The new year came with a new chapter, too. I am now hitchhiking throughout the región oriental of Paraguay, exploring what I have left of the country before I continue to my next stop: Argentina.
The journey is not only made of places, but
mainly of the people we meet on the way. And neither my trip nor me would be the same hadn’t I crossed paths with Joel, with whom I shared ten wonderful months hitchhiking in South America. Don’t miss his blog Buenas Rutas!
