If the Mountain Won’t Come to Muhammad…
The Trans Salvador bus to Santa Cruz de la Sierra left Calama at 11 PM. I had 31 hours ahead of me, which made it the longest bus ride I had ever been on....
The Trans Salvador bus to Santa Cruz de la Sierra left Calama at 11 PM. I had 31 hours ahead of me, which made it the longest bus ride I had ever been on....
For months, I’d been reading travel blogs and I’d been envying all those people who quit their jobs to travel. For months, I’d spent evenings watching travel movies and entire week-ends reading travel books....
Rancho al Mar, Progreso, 27.05.16 – sometime between 12 and 1 PM. My days here are so full of emotions that I hardly find the time to sit down and write. I have been...
Elena Sabella
I was born in Florence (Italy) thirty-two 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?