Sometimes a journey begins years before the ticket.
Mine began with a photograph. Someone I had never met shared an image of a glacier.
The blue looked impossible. I could not stop thinking about it.
Eventually I stopped trying.
I bought a ticket instead.
Some cities are remembered through monuments. I remember Buenos Aires through conversations, rain, tango and long walks after midnight.
Centuries Became Real
Some landscapes don't change what you see. They change the scale by which you measure everything else.
I came for the waterfalls. Left soaked.
Somehow, wandering through puddles in flip-flops became just as memorable as the falls themeselves.
Some colours make you question reality.
Some places never stop calling.
Not because you left something there.
Because they quietly changed
what your eyes look for