The day I quit my job to travel
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...
ABOUT ME
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.
ABOUT THIS BLOG
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.
Where Am I?
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.
Check Out Joel’s Blog!
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!
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