Traveling With Boys
Being a freelance for two years I had never really allowed myself to travel besides Christmas and New Year's. God knows I've tried to fight my guilt of doing so. Constantly trying to find excuses to go back to New York (a workshop? a project?) but kinda of failing to do so.
It took me a year and a boyfriend to convince me to go see Colombia for the first time, to try and speak spanish (which I'm not as bad as I thought) and to improve my own way of exploring. We hiked, climbed almost 700 steps, saw lakes, mountains, a football match at a soaked and crowded stadium, and ended the trip at a gorgeous island.
I went back having lost a few jobs for sure, but with a greater sense of myself and my strength.
A bit of this adventure here.