I am a funnylicious girl who loves to travel the world so I am not sure I am Mexican anymore LOL. I am currently working and living in Asia and I love it; my heart already tastes like curry and my skin smells like Japanese Umeshu.
Photography, people, nature, details, laugh…I am thankful to be surrounded by all of this and I love to share my stories so even there is tons and tons of Blogs, finally I decided to listen to some of the people that asked me to write my stories, and here I am…let’s see how it goes.
little by little the day awakes in the south of Bali, next my soul does the same embracing a new day and finally my body let the sun caress me.
I am sure I would also be a sunrise lover if I wake up that early 🙂
Sunset is pure magic for me, the sun dissapears sometimes behind the mountains, sometimes splashing in the ocean and sometimes I believe I am just sending it to my parents on the other side of the world as when my day is finishing in Asia, their day is about to start in Mexico.
This picture was taken in Prambanan temple, in Java Indonesia.
The government closed the airport, vanished the TV and ask to stop the WIFI, what, The WIFI? No please, take my life but no the wifi (joke). We were not allowed to go on the streets or anywhere actually, if you were staying at a resort you couldn’t go out, or even to the beach, forget about music and also light!
The darkness was covering everything, and we were not allowed to turn on the lights. Few years before one of the employers was catch by the police fixing a light at the gate and was deported. I was excited and little bit concerned as well. “Nyepi” The day of silence had come and I was in Bali.
It was 19:30hrs when I came out of my room and BANG I couldn´t see anything, there was not a single light in the resort, quite unsure if I was allowed or not I used my cellphone to be able to see little bit and went downstairs and suddenly when I looked up, the whole universe was contemplating me, I was absolutely astonished by the quantity of stars I could see, it was an overwhelming feeling and the silence allowed me to hear the music of the nature.
Nyepi is an Hindu celebration based on the Saka calendar, a very special “New Year” and it is a day reserved for self reflection, preceded by the Ogoh-Ogoh ceremony where the communities chase the demons and build big figures to represent them and bring out on the streets while the young people play some music, and everybody makes a lot of noise to scare them.
A day of silence, while us westerns would be preparing the party blowers, a playlist with all the current hits, etc. The Balinese new year is the opposite: God, humans and earth come to a balance, the whole island stops. I decided to stay awake with my friend and we took one big bed from the swimming pool and carried it to a very open area to see the sky. Hours passed while we were in silence just looking at the universe and tons of stars that might not even exist now but that sent their light thousands of kilometers away to reach my eyes. The night was chilly and I could feel the humidity and also hear the waves crashing on the sand, we took some towels to cover our bodies and we decided to sleep there enjoying this magical experience.
It was hard to believe that without a telescope the sky looked this way, it’s also hard to believe that this is the way it would look everyday above our heads if we were not surrounded by lights everywhere. There were so many shooting stars that I told mi friend: after 1 hour here, I will be slim, rich, etc, as I can ask so many wishes. We laugh in the darkness, and I started my special ritual that I do in moments when I feel so blessed and I say in my mind; Thank you God, thank you life, destiny, family, myself, my job, mother nature…at the end it is all related and things need to fit like gears in a machine to let us be there in the right moment with the right people.
Mushroomsss, do you want mushrooms? It was the last day of my Holidays and I was in Gili T, this tiny Island known by its beauty and party atmosphere, in Indonesia. I was quite surprised to see this big announcements everywhere and people offering this on the streets, bars, etc. First of all, aren’t you having Ramadan festivities now? Isn’t this illegal? Isn’t quite weird to have big boards with colorful chucks saying “buy here your trip to the moon”?
I was walking around the Island and I found some amazing spots for my artistic/amateur, cellphone pictures haha, as it was low tide and the sun was going down the reflection of some trees, branches, dead coral and clouds was simply beautiful and I could not resist to take tons of shots.
On the background I could listen some techno music and people enjoying those beach clubs having some drinks and getting ready for the sunset. My feet kept walking until they found a quite bar with only another 4 customers, some puffs and shade to sit, I got a beer and food to enjoy the scene. I am a big sunset lover (I might also love sunrise but I don´t wake up that early), It is just magical how this happen, the sun disappearing first slowly and then fast, in a question of seconds its gone but the color party remains for another half an hour covering everything, changing the contrast in your pictures and putting smiles on people’s face and kisses on others.
I was the last customer but nobody was coming to bring any bill so I went to the little bar counter in the back where a smiley Indonesian guy with curly messy hair gave me the cutest smile and somehow I ended up sitting there talking with him.
Soon, I was hypnotized by this 23 years old boy playing the guitar (he was not Carlos Santana but very charming ) or maybe it was just the moment. He was singing sometimes in English and sometimes in Bahasa as his other friends were coming one by one, I was feeling as always so lucky as I never imagine in my life to live in this country. I truly give value to these type of opportunities where you embrace the culture in a very local way, the other 3 friends were only able to sing in Bahasa (1 girls and 2 boys) and I was taking videos every time, what a night!!
Next morning I woke up with the birds singing and the waves dancing, the rest of the bonfire was there and the crickets were whispering the night gossips .The volcano right in front was floating between the clouds, waiting to welcome the sun like my eyes were doing. Little by little the sun rose in front of me and the melody of life was getting loud with all the birds and insects surrounding us… Did I say us? Yes I did!! I said goodbye and walk following my google maps back to my hotel to pack and try to get a speed boat to go back to Bali (my house for the past year) and end up the wonderful journey that took me around Java, Lombok and Gili T.
Lucky girl, I saw a stunning sunset and sunrise to close one of those memories that you can tell later on to your grandchildren… in case I have one.
Walking barefoot between some cockroaches, food, flies and dirty water was not exactly my original idea of being careful in India to don’t get sick. It was kind of a joke from the destiny to do not exaggerate on my precautions while being in New Delhi on my 1st day.
To visit India was a cherished dream since my father used to tell us stories where my sister and I were travelling around the world and visiting the Taj Mahal back in the days were it was constructed.
It was 42°C and we were trying to stay at the pool little bit in our nice hotel but it was quite impossible, I think that if I had put an egg on the floor it would have been cooked like in the movies. We wait until the temperature dropped a little (something like 35C) and went out to visit Gururwara Bangla Sahib that is a Sikh house of worship. It is a beautiful place and I was feeling happy to visit it and embrace the Indian culture.
On our way out while putting our shoes back on, the guy from the visitors center insisted to show us one area we were missing and he gave us a little tour in the kitchen were they prepare food for whoever wants to come to eat without distinction of religion, gender, ethnicity, etc. I just didn’t expect to be barefoot walking in this not very clean area and also it was quite uncomfortable how pushy the Sikh was to get some “Donations from our heart” which we didn’t have at the moment.
It was so interesting to see how this big kitchen works with all the volunteer heroes that cook every day in high temperatures and for long hours to feed hundreds of people NO MATTER THE BELIEVES OR NATIONALITY. In Mexico we say “Haz el bien, sin mirar a quien” which means “Do good things to no matter who”.
Outside I could stay for hours looking at the clothing with beautiful vibrant colors, the language, the believes, the architecture…the heat…oh the heat, yes IT WAS MAY!. We continue our way and went to the Jantar Mantar that is an observatory in the middle of the city, and was apparently constructed in 1724 wow, almost 3 centuries ago. I am sure that in that time they would never imagine that it would survive such a long time and would end up surrounded by “modern” buildings, Mac Donalds and shops, but still is an interesting peaceful space in the middle of Delhi hustle.
While crossing a complicated avenue a guy approached us to “help us” doing it the right way and then offered himself to show us the Official Delhi Tourism Center which end up being a scam that we partially suffer later on but I will talk about it in another time.
A roof top restaurant to admire the city sounded like a good idea to close the day, my friend went to the toilet and in a fraction of a second I had a man standing in front of me introducing himself, asking me my name, last name and next second he was already sitting in the table talking about how he got fired from his job that day – and I was not sure how was I feeling. My friend came back and look at me like – what’s going on? As the guy suddenly started drinking my friend’s beer and was obviously quite drunk and start hitting on me, so Daniel and I need to say we were a couple. To make the story short, we let the things ran, and this guy invited his friends who arrived later on and we end up all chatting for a while and meant to meet next day but Dany and I didn’t show up as the whole thing was quite bizarre.
Well, my first day In India was already full of stories, it seems impossible to fit all in 24hrs but the time in India is different LOL… in fact everything is.
Snow?? – I exclaimed – and look down at my tiny socks and olive converse.
Of course! It is -3 but it seems that there is no snow today, still is going to be cold – The KLM flight attendant gave me a quick look and probably felt bad about my unprepared outfit.
In fact, I was prepared…at least my body’s upper part haha. I was traveling to Mexico for my yearly holidays after being 1 year between Thailand, Japan Malaysia and Bali working and my company bought me the longest trip ever, crossing the world. I remember checking the weather online but probably I got confused between the 13°C In Mexico and the -3°C in Amsterdam.
Anyway, I had 7 hours of an stopover in Amsterdam and I was ready to discover the city, I put on my long sleeves shirt, my hoodie from Paris and a scarf from India, took the metro that makes 17 minutes to the central and wrongly or luckily came out from the backside that looks to the river. It was 8 in the morning and the pale sun started to come out behind the buildings and my happiness was rising together with it, feeling the cold wind in my face and smiling to life.
8:30am and this marihuana smell was everywhere, OMG really? At least you should eat some corn flakes with milk for breakfast. I remember that smoke marihuana is like buy a Coca Cola in this country but I am not interested in this type of souvenir…at least not now.
Amsterdam Is as beautiful as all the postcards you can find, the architecture and its reflections on the channels give to the city a “movie touch” where everything is perfect. I imagine me and my boyfriend riding our bicycles with the pale winter sunrays on our faces, laughing and singing…but first I need to find a boyfriend haha.
My legs and feet were freezing and my nose was as red as Rudolph the ranger so I did a quick stop for breakfast which was delicious and help me to warm myself up before continue my tour. I end up in front of the famous letters that says I love Amsterdam where of course I took many selfies. And there I was, standing in front of the museum that is dedicated to my favorite painter when I was a kid, I knew his life since I was about 5 years old, Vincent Van Gogh, always the geniuses are misunderstood. Didn’t have enough time to get in but I did it on my way back from Mexico to Bali and I was the happiest girl on earth.
I forgot to tell you that I was traveling to Mexico to visit my parents and friends but without telling them so it was a surprise, I supposed to be there for Christmas but I couldn’t, therefore I was full of excitement and buying souvenirs everywhere.
I choose to be happy always and that makes every moment perfect!