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-one years ago.
I have been many versions of me, but 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.
After over three years of traveling in South America, I had to return home in Italy due to the Covid-19 pantemic.
In spite of all, I take this as an opportunity to get to explore my own region and country.
Traveling is on hold, but not for long 🙂
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!
Not only do I work onsite, but I do a lot of online jobs to finance my trip.
I am also a freelance translator, travel writer and photographer. Would you like to work with me?
