Mexico means much more than “Parties, Tacos or Sombreros Charros”. Mexico is the smile and the warmth of their people, the colors and those unique flavors coming from any delicious plate. Mexico means art, culture and an impressive history to share.

During these months in Buenos Aires, I’ve also learned how Argentina means more than “Tango, Mate or Meat”. Fortunately, I can share how I’ve been a part of its cultural dynamism, but obviously, every time someone asks about my nationality, I proudly answer: “Mexican”

I consider learning as the most important part of traveling. It gives us the possibility of appreciating other people and places, trough experiences that enrich us in every way.

To live is to share, it’s getting to know others, it’s about learning… Life is all about experiences, and that’s what traveling means. 

Every trip will be unique. Always.

Even if you are going to the same place, with the same people, or during a certain season, nothing will stop the change. You’ll always create new and different memories.

Instead of making expectations while looking on social media, I believe the main objective is we should be living our present. To be aware of our surroundings means understanding the global urgency of putting ourselves in a more human and united context. Let’s ignore those barriers that are based on mistaken beliefs, which are just blurring our sight and not letting us look at the reality of a whole country and their culture.

Let’s all do an effort, so we can live together and not in pieces.

What I’m trying to share today, is that even if we are located at the most inhospitable corner of this world, we must try to be better. Definitely, there will always be something to contribute.

…And to those who have the opportunity to travel, Don’t think twice!

I’ll just finish by sharing with you this poem by the Spanish Writer Julie Sopetrán

TOWARD THE WEST

Because I awake everyday

And I am a daughter of time

I feel the light growing

Like a white tongue

Speaking to my senses.

I feel the quiet beat of the tree

Between the savage hands of the earth

Giving its force and tenderness.

I feel the beating sun in my eyes,

And love in the endless lips

Of a happiness interminable and fragile.

Because I awake everyday

I am going slowly

Behind the steps of the sun

Toward the west.