We are all different types of travellers, but, why do I _personally_ love travelling?

July 14th, 2013 | Posted by Nefelibata in Travelling

We just landed from heaven… literally. We flew over Argentina, Chile, the Pacific Ocean and Peru.

If you ask me what trait I might bring from past lives (if you believe in past lives) it is of a traveller. There are very few things that make me as happy as when I am travelling. I love to travel.

Travelling, refreshes my soul, my eyes, my spirit, my body, everything. I love the fresh vibe it brings to what I see everyday and specially how I see it. To honour it, my latest trip was to Buenos Aires, Argentina.

On wheels, Buenos Aires

On wheels, Buenos Aires

Once I got back, my brother asked me, so, how did your trip go? I did not think about and I instantly responded: it was rejuvenating (my own answer took me by surprise, it was purely intuitive, I had not thought about it). And it is true. I am lighter, happier and cheerful when I travel and certainly refreshed and full of energy when I get back.

What is it that you love about travelling? You may ask me.

Well, amongst many things, one of the main reasons is… it humbles me, it puts my feet on the ground. The reason is simple, when I travel I am out of my comfort zone and “pushed” in a smooth way to function with all my senses, to be alert, to be awake to other ways of managing myself, to facing different situations. One example that stays with me, is when my cousin kindly invited us to take the metro in Buenos Aires, we wanted to make things “easy” and take a taxi, but she subtly insisted and said: “Imagine, you have no choice”, it made us react instantly and happily obeyed, we had to carry stuff up and down escalators and stairs, ask for help, get help, help others, get some weird looks, etc. and it was so rewarding. We were reminded of the importance to be flexible, adaptable, a jack-of-all-trades. Something that back in the office reminds to do things as if there is no other choice.

Art, Buenos Aires

Art, Buenos Aires

Metro, Buenos Aires

Metro, Buenos Aires

My other reason is because as I said, it refreshes my being… Being exposed to a different air, seeing different styles in clothing, different types of shops, different types of art, of architecture, feeds my soul, feeds my heart and my art. It gives me a different perspective of what I want to do and how I want to do it. I got many more ideas on how I want to accomplish things. One of the philosophies I apply in my daily life is: There is no need to re-invent the wheel (since it already has been invented) we just need to learn from the masters. Travelling does that too. It is like going to a master class, live and inserting yourself on a master class given by the world’s best.

Third but not last, It helps me get to know myself better (and others of course). When dealing with everyday life, you set your actions and reactions in a way that it works, no need to think much. When you travel, you are faced with moments sometimes of uncertainty, specially if you need to look after other people and look after yourself. Your self-protection instinct needs to be alert and you might have to face some crisis, mini crisis, but crisis after all. Travelling teaches me that too. It kind of trains me to act calmly when faced to difficult situations, so that when they happen, I keep my cool.

Street style on wheels, Buenos Aires

Street style on wheels, Buenos Aires

Art, Buenos Aires

Art, Buenos Aires

Street style, Buenos Aires

Street style, Buenos Aires

A diiferent topic is that of Buenos Aires the city itself, which I might need to describe in another chapter… Buenos Aires has that connection of the past that brings beauty to the present… a city which I travelled to for the second time, but it brings many more memories as if my dad would still be telling me stories about it, although he had never been…

Street art, Buenos Aires

Street art, Buenos Aires

Muses, Buenos Aires

Muses, Buenos Aires

And you, what type of traveller are you? Are you a traveller at heart?

PS. Click on the images for a better view.

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2 Responses

  • Holaa! que tal! bellísimas fotos de esta ciudad hermosa que es Buenos Aires, la amo realmente… quería recomendarles un librazo de Manuel Mujica Láinez, “Misteriosa Buenos Aires” tus fotos me hicieron pensar en esa obra magna de los barrios, calles y plazas porteñas… Los Subtes tal como sale en tu fotito, a mi me gustan todos escrachados, llenos de colores, aunque a mucha gente no le agraden así… Me encantó la de los bikers, esa plazita tienen una graaan historia, aparece en una novela de Ernesto Sábato, y se dice que bajo la tierra hay túneles que confluyen en grandes catacumbas, de nauseabundos aromas y oscuridad lastimera, y hasta ruinas antiguas de noctámbulos moradores ciegos…
    P.D.; el libro de Sábato se llama “Sobre Héroes y Tumbas”

    • Nefelibata says:

      Matías!
      Gracias por escribir!
      Gracias también por la recomendación de los libros, vamos a leerlos, nos parecieron muy interesantes. De hecho, la mejor novela argentina del siglo XX (la de Sábato) nos resulta muy atractiva y la de Misteriosa Buenos Aires también.
      Un abrazo a la distancia y esperamos estar en comunicación.
      Ps. Esperamos que sigas publicando en tu blog.
      Ps2. Disculpa la no comunicación, el tiempo a veces tiene hoyos negros :)



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