Traveling is part of my DNA.
Born in New York City, grew up in Mexico City, raised by a Greek Mother and a Spanish Father. In a nutshell, I’m from all over the place so as you can understand, being thrust from one place to another, my identity was not only formed by the never-ending question “who am I?” but by asking, “where to next?”
It’s this “where to next?” paradigm, the need for my always being surprised by this universe, and the want to breath another air the reason my options for travel are not only random, but are mostly a mix of the cultural zeitgeist and the blind wandering. When I travel, I want to be educated but at the same time, I want to discover things on my own and be surprised along the way.
Therefore, the stories I will be telling once in a while, will not only be about my travels from the perspective of an international citizen, but will also be informed by the eye of one who travels by herself, hence the lonely wanderer. I think it’s us lonely wanderers who like that spirit of adventure and discovery; of having nothing mapped out for them but the route to whichever way gets us out of town.
Traveling alone can be quite like a drug, so if you want to join the ride and get your DNA hooked on something healthy, hop on board, the backpack awaits.
And if I rumble, or write in run-on-sentences from time to time, I’m sorry; it’s all a result of that Ping-Pong upbringing.