I need a vacation asap!!! My friend and I were talking about leaving and going on vacation for the past 6 months. We haven't seen each other in the last 8 months so it was long over due. She stayed in another city and I had just move back to North Carolina after staying in another state for about 4 years. A lot of things had changed since the last time we seen each other but at the end of the day that was still my girl so it was time to get turnt up for the summer. Our friend wanted us to come to Florida for her Birthday for a week. Can I say, Perfect Timing!! My friend and I scheduled the time off of work and got everything ready for the trip. We got the car rental, food, and drinks for the 10 hour drive. We was Geeked!! The traffic was not as bad as we thought and we only stopped a few times. It was my second time being in Florida so I already knew how the weather was going to be and that's what I was looking forward to.
Dust in my eyes, a dense jungle landscape surrounding our path, the low rumbling of ATV engines in the background, and the voice of our guide saying “Please! Take as many pictures and videos as you want, but don’t talk and don’t yell. This is where the puma, snakes, and jaguars come to drink of water and we don’t want to be their lunch.” This was the scene about an hour into our “Mexico adventure”. Standing in the initial weight of that statement, I was reminded that, as a group, we decided to trade our unlimited Don Julio margaritas and poolside cabanas for this; for adventure, but this part of the adventure wasn’t advertised. Let’s go back to the beginning.
I dream of better days with warmer skies. The lack of human interaction causes my mental health to drain, creating a biome of thoughts I'm desperate to escape from.
When you have been in quarantine as long as we have, the world becomes small and confined. The thirst to travel and see people again becomes a distant dream you want to be in.
You know, most college kids go someplace a little different for spring break. Now that they (many average college kids at least) are able to FINALLY get away from their parents, they go, perhaps to Florida...? I was never the most traditional. Perhaps Vegas? I must be honest, my only college Vegas experience was seeing a drugged up homeless man walk out into traffic and get killed on impact. Right outside of our hotel. But, I suppose thats enough of the morbid. This is about living, not dying.
I was born in South London to Peruvian and British parents. Growing up, “Latinidad” didn't really have a meaning to me. It was simply just the way things were. Spanish was spoken at home, Peruvian food was served, we’d buy our food at the market and on Saturday mornings I’d have to get up to clean! Our friends were Peruvian too, so nothing felt unusual to me. Moreover, being raised in a multicultural environment like London taught me that everybody did things differently at home.
I stare at her. Pale girl, brown hair pulled back into a bun, wisps falling around her eyes, staring at the ground. She clutches her knee to her chest, sitting on a rock by the little black brook. Like I’m looking in a mirror, the girl is me.
How can I keep this short? I could write a book about El Camino de Santiago. I’m in love with this hike, this experience, this journey. Whatever you want to call it! But I’ll try to summarise and share with you the best bits!
When the girls are out there is no one that can stop them. Doing a best friend trip & living your best life with your girls will not only create stronger bonds and amazing experiences. Spending time with your gurl friends is necessary, so show your love for them and plan that girls trip!
The most difficult part about moving to a new place is getting started. When that new place is in another country, where English isn't the dominant language, the level of difficulty rises significantly. Add a dose of shyness and crippling social anxiety, and a year abroad can start to look like a quite a daunting prospect. Luckily for me, these difficulties were balanced by curiosity, determination, and nearly ten years of previous study in Spanish, which ultimately made my year studying in Sevilla, Spain a transformative one.
I love to roam—to wander at will.