The Hobbit Woman: An Unexpected Trekking Day 1 (Patagonia, Chile)

“Where did you go to, if I may ask?’ said Thorin to Gandalf as they rode along.
To look ahead,’ said he.
And what brought you back in the nick of time?’
Looking behind,’ said he.”
– J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

One always knew but never really knows, said Ti.

The world beneath my sore flat feet expanded into the horizon like a great book with endless pages and chapters. Each page filled with dramatic twists and turns and plots that were absurdly unexpected, unusually painful, and only laughable when all the tears and sweat are drained completely. My virgin trekking, staggered by dramatic nature of rocks, rivers, lakes, and the Andes, sets me out to uncover beyond the world that was in front of me but also the world I thought was left behind. Stuck between the interminable mountains, I stood short at the end of the world, breathless, clueless, and regretful. And all I could do was to keep walking ahead and forward… because, seriously, where else the fuck could I go?

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First Stop: Stillness in Miami

“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends anymore. If you want a friend, tame me…”
–  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Officially on the go – I am traveling down the earth to collect sunsets like The Little Prince, taming that fox inside of me, sitting down a little closer, every day.

Calm water, that’s January in Miami. Every moment counts, I say. It took me two years and a bit more to get on this trip: a six-month backpacking trip across South America. Miami is a soft starting point before it all begins (because it was the cheapest way to fly).

Two years ago I had the impulse to take off. Two years later I followed up, gave up my job, a stable income, a home, a car, two dear cats, too many books, too many shoes, too many closets, too many comforts, and too many responsibilities. I packed up everything and walked away with “only” a sixty liter Gregory backpack and a carry-on.
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