I thought I had come to Yurimaguas only to spend a night before catching the boat to Iquitos and, again, I was wrong. We made a cool group here. Maruan, Edera and Leonardo from...
The department of San Martín welcomed me with muggy weather. There is a sudden change you can’t help but notice when traveling from sierra (the mountains) to selva (the jungle), and it’s not only the weather....
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.
I am in Argentina since February, traveling from the NOA to Tierra del Fuego.
I am currently hitchhiking throught the province of Tucumán.
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!
