Collect a great memory everywhere I go

I went with my boyfriend and a group of friends to Isla Tortga, on the Pacific coast. The trip was great we did snorkeling, bathed in the beautiful blue water.
Once in Puntarenas we decided we did’t want to go back home. We stayed the night and took a bus early in the morning the next day to come to work.
The kind of thing you do when you are crazy in love.

If you go to Versaille, you have to try to at least live up to it: Champaigne pic nic in the garden. Fresh fruit and cheese. That’s all I need!
Then rent a boat and try to row the whole lake (drunk) bet you can’t.

On our last morning in Venice, my boyfriend and I decided to leave our bags at the train station and go for a walk.
We wanted to see piazza San Marco one last time.
Venice is like a maze. We took our map and started walking.
I have a great navigation instinct, and I leaded the way through Venice’s infinite narrow streets, and without making one mistake we arrived to the Piazza.
My boyfriend was really impressed by it. He never thought we’d make it. I had to confess, that half the way through there were signs in every street towards the piazza.
Anyways, it was an awesome way to know the city. Just start walking, wandering, see what bumps in your way.
Venize has surprises in every corner.

I am currently working in something other tan my field of study. This ussually causes me a lot frustration. But not so much as how angry I get at this particular co-worker who is such a lazy ass.
One day, I simply had it with him and during my dinner break I went to the bar in the corner, had a beer and listened to the Mariachi. They started playing as soon as I walked in.
It was a great stress reliever, and there’s nothing better than getting paid while you drink beer.

As a college graduation gift, my boyfriend gave me a ticket to Paris. We backpacked Europe for a month, and saved the best for last. We spend the last afternoon on a sunset tour of the Seine. It was sincredibly romantic, sad, beautiful. I knew right then and there I had fallen in love. I fell in love with a city, with a way to live, a way to do things. I knew right then and there my life had changed.
la joie de vivre
Now I have an eternal longing to go back…

I live in front of a park in the city. In summer, I usually work mornings and in the afternoon go there and take pictures.
Durng the weekdays the park is calm you can see only few people fishing in the lake and the cutest ducks. I found a lot of inspiration there.

After having the worse vacation ever and to survive a tropical storm I had to fly, unespectedly, to Ciudad de Panama. Once we landed I realized I had lost my wallet.
My friend and I were there, alone, with no reservations or idea where to go. We were so lucky to ride in this cab. The driver was the most frendly ne I ever met. He drove us around town, showed us the bus station where we had to take the bus the next day, found us a great hotel and afterwards drove us to the Canal. And he did it for almost nothing. He gave us a map, his card and warned us of the bad parts of town. He took care of us like if he was our dad.
From there on the vacation took complete turn and I learned right then and there you can rely on the kindness of strangers.

Remember going to one of the fanciest hotels in la Habana with my best friend just to have a drink and be able to do number 2 in a clean bathroom. That was a well invested mojito!

Remember getting my hair braided by two cuban ladies, who tried to hook me up with their cousin. Trying to sneak out of a very awckward situation, I said I was a virgin and had made a promise (to god)to stay that way. They wisely replied:
“tu lo puedes chupar a el, el te chupa a ti y eso no es sexo”

(you can blow him, he can blow you and that’s not sex)

A song from that trip:
Mr. bobby, Manu chao