our journey ends here. But not really finished but still, our trip this time continues in Europe, because life itself is a journey and every day and every game to tell us and teach something new if we walk with eyes open, if we learn to live 'here and now'
Trying to summarize these 11meses travel is like trying to reduce a huge colorful fireworks in the tiny cartuchito that contained a few moments ago.
traveling time expanded to the point of turning these 11meses Gregorian calendar year of learning for the time of the soul; most fertile time that the best universities, while more revealing than any sermon preached from the altar to seek to control our minds, religious shrines or altars in the offices of skyscrapers, all claim to lead them all in the same direction. This direction restricts human freedom, which prevents us from discovering the best of each of us who sleep if we keep a watchful eye and that makes our lives to watch you eat the sand without us noticing.
South America was, is and will be an incredible continent with incredible natural wealth but with an even greater human wealth, and now presents the exciting task of writing a book about this trip .
South connected to ground us , with Mother Earth, that they do not stop abuse and every time we pulled into our cities more concrete, full of technology that instead of approaching us away and makes us strangers.
America sent us many signs , as vine ayahuasca , the rope that connected us to the rhythm of drums and shaman chants with our inner world and the universe, that after all end up being one; or so many dogs, cats or monkeys without invitation approached many times to our vera , perhaps attracted by the good energy to share a piece of existence (either with or without fleas) or so and so many people who taught us that it is better to give than to accumulate and is beautiful sharing.
This trip took us from the simplicity and harshness of life in villages of the Andes, where the world people are reduced to a few km, to cities such as Buenos Aires and Santiago, where these giant magnets population can bring together the best and worst. The cities are a source of art, movement, change, resistance and oblivion at the same time, of slums, lives ruined, of frustration at being forced to live in a tiny piece of cement.
wonderful it was to decide to make us this gift; save to travel for nearly a year where we have not had the obligation to work. Where our soul, our faithful companion, it began moving through this endless continent to the music sung by others, no plans, no schedules, many times without beds of white sheets but many others in the world's best hotel, that a thousand stars that we could see from our tent. The tight budget prevented us from reaching many sites all guides said 'we' to visit. But this was exactly what he enriched our trip, the spontaneity, not knowing where we would sleep often or that would be our next step, let us always find wonderful people and special places. What good is letting go, or for example being able to live a year without phone. And do not expect anything, and learn that everything is for something and everything, however bad it may end up teaching us something.
The most difficult journey has certainly been the trip between us, Cesc and Aneta, Aneta and Cesc, we tested our relationship and we've burned several times, waiting around appease us a little, wanting to meet so many projects together.
So many we have opened the doors of your home , we have seen him laugh or mourn, full of energy or exhaustion, elegant to dance a tango or covered with dust. I deeply want to thank the smile returned, that walk by your favorite places, the shoulder to mourn, that bed to rest, this dish warm and made with love shared at the table where we felt at home; those thousands of miles in the cab of the truck, moving in endless roads, the stop on the road to try some sweets or for stargazing in the desert, this desire to show the Amazon rainforest like the garden of your house, or Colombian coffee they feed you, or the teachings to grow a garden.
Hopefully the ocean that separates us shrinks something hard and this trip was meeting great people and then say goodbye; people who would love to have around in our lives; I hope that some you can come visit because our doors are always open, always waiting to receive you. Thanks to you we have always found the strength to go on this trip, where has been the most incredible human encounter
ste E blog has been our way to publicize our trip, our baby steps, and began as something small and fills us every time we read comments, as someone who changed a little their way to travel thanks to read us, or the Polish girl that we discovered by chance and now look for books read, or whenever we get a message from the Police in Peru follower of our blog, or Luis de Mexico, known only the distance and we respond with beautiful poems and thoughts, this blog has already made long ago to be something to fill our ego, it became something more beautiful, something that concerns us all, we are all brothers.
And remember a mute boy we knew in the Andes, who was alone, like a lost animal, touching to see that we were made. And sadly, we also saw many computers, cyber-cafés crammed into dark, shooting zombies with so many children, crying and winning wars impossible in video games, the cancer that prevents us from thinking that leads us to another reality to forget our own.
E l trip took us to a humble house of an Indian family in Ecuador, where we share corn and boiled potatoes on the floor, without needing anything more, and also led us to the luxury of Buenos Aires, where barbecue and wine clouded our senses.
C ow more you have the more you want and the big problem the world is ego, which wants more and more material things and that leads people to power, and abuse of power; and wars, extortion, the bleeding from distant lands for the benefit of your own.
E No change, if we learn to live with less (physically) then we can realize the things that matter most; then we can live with the objects of our service, instead of being slaves of many contracts, credit cards, video games , televisions and technological gadgets
Q ue good would that 'lucky' to live called 'first world' we were more aware that our 'welfare state' is based on the exploitation of other countries and that every time we have more products for the entire world on the shelves of our supermarkets as more and more people of the world is torn from their homelands to be forced to go and live in cities infinite 10 or 20 million people.
A lgo also learned is that everyone in this world has its way forward and to understand that respect is the way, the path to eliminating racism, to listen to others .
M ost do not even have the chance to glimpse the way, buried beneath the poverty, the miserable conditions at work and unable to get an education and a culture of quality; backbreaking day after day to bring home potatoes or rice.
P ut on the other end of the world are those who have everything , where some work tirelessly and then wasting money to buy their second or third car, or the latest cell phone or sneakers who come for the new season. And that is added to the noise of the city, the works, the music never stops ringing the ipod, to help us forget ourselves. Some much and others so little
T lso we remember those who left and those who came. It was the father of my friend Dani, also the father of Silvia and Doris, in Trujillo and the mother of our friend Bernie, which, with his boundless energy, encouraged a bachelor party in Barcelona. They came into this world the small Pawel, Aneta nephew, and the small Lorenzo, Chilean land, and the son of Paola, which absorbed much wisdom safe in the belly of her mother, traveling to South America, and perhaps the girl or boy Cris and Fermin, which still have no news. And we also look forward to the 4 th and Aneta nephew Gabriel, who will be born in Santiago prontito.
I close my eyes and see on board a motorcycle taxi through the jungle of Peru , enjoying full speed as children, watching the people and ignoring the mosquitoes for a while.
close them again and I'm in Colombia , on top of a mountain cold, lying near the fire, traveling between my mind and reality, accompanied by chants and drums of our shaman
And suddenly I'm in Ecuador , celebrating the arrival of summer, the Inti Raymi, in an Andean village, dancing in circles to the rhythm of the flute and chicha.
Now I am in Bolivia , in a village without running water, crouched on the river with some children fetching water from a small hole, then take it to the cas a.
I open, close them and I'm in Argentina in the Velez stadium, jumping and singing the songs of the fans, who never ceases to cheer their team.
And now Chile, lying on the floor, watching the stars in the Atacama Desert.
The last close;
I'm home;
see my father, my mother ...
soon will I see my sister and my friends
and Aneta soon fly to Poland to see her family ...
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Est ce tout?
Tenter of summarized these 11 months travel would like to reduce huge multicolored fireworks in small cartridges that contained before.
time lengthens by traveling to the point of converting the 11-month Gregorian calendar in years learning more fruitful time than most universities, weather, more revealing than any sermon, n ' matter which company who claim to lead us all in the same direction. This direction which cuts human freedom, which prevents us to enjoy the best of ourselves, including that fact that the sand clock consummation our life without one noticing account.
The South America was, is and will be a memorable continent with incredible natural wealth and human wealth as much stronger. And now this is the exciting work of writing a book about this trip.
The Latin America connects us with the Earth, the Mother Earth with it that we do not stop abusing or forgotten in our world of cement cities, full of technology which, instead of us bring us away and make us foreigners.
This trip brought us from the simple to the harshness of life in small villages in the Andes the world where people are reduced to a few kilometers to large cities such as Buenos Aires and Santiago, where these giant magnets population can meet the best and the worst. Cities are fountains of art, movement, change, resistance and at the same time forgetting, misery, damaged lives, a frustration to be forced to live in a small piece of cement.
How wonderful was to decide to give us this gift ; to save money to travel for almost a year where we did not have the obligation to work. Where is our soul, a loyal friend of our body, has being articulated by Africa endless sound of music sung by the others, no plan, no timetables, often without beds with white sheets but several others in the world's best hotel, one of a thousand stars that we saw from our tent. This small budget prevented us to reach many places that all the guides said "a visit". But this is even that has enriched our journey, spontaneity, and often does not know where we sleep or that would be our next step, we always have uncovered some wonderful people and special places.
it is good to be led, and for example he could live a year without a cell phone. Do not wait, and learn that everything is for something and all the evil he may be, may ultimately teach us something.
The hardest trip was, without doubt, the journey between us and Cesc Aneta, Aneta and Cesc, we have to test our relationship and we burned a few times, hoping that the return calms us a little, wanting to accomplish so many other projects together.
You've both opened the doors of your home, you saw us laugh or cry; full of energy and exhausted; elegant dance a tango or dusty. We want to deeply thank you for that smile given, these walks on your favorite places, that shoulder to cry on, this bed to rest, this hot plate and made with love shared on that table where we felt like home, these thousands of miles in the cab of a truck, advancing on endless roads, this stop on the road to find some goodies or for stargazing in the desert, this desire to show us the Amazon as if it was the garden your home, or coffee Colombian give you food, or education to grow an orchard.
What ocean separates us from being intimidated by the highlight of the trip which was great to know people and then say farewell to people we love to be close in our lives that some come to visit us since the doors of our house will always be open. Thanks to you, we've always found the strength to continue this journey, which was the most incredible human encounter .
Blog This was our way of comuniquer with our families and friends and share with them this wonderful journey.
People have begun to write comments, often with their reflections on life and a lot of you shared this experience with us.
long time ago this blog stopped being something just to satisfy our ego, we have all transformed into a genuine event, which brings us closer because we are one big family.
And I remember a mute child we experienced in the Andes, who wanders like a lost cub, in touching us to see what we were made. And sadly we have seen many computers, cyber cafes crammed into dark and so many children zombies pulling, screaming and winning wars impossible in video games, this cancer that prevents us from thinking, which leads to a Another reality to forget our own.
"The more I have, the more I want." We want more and more and more material things, and that's what people taken him to power and abuse power, wars, extortion, bleeding from distant countries, for the benefit of everyone for themselves ...
But if we learn to live with less (physically), then we can report on things that matter most, then we can live with objects our service, instead of being slaves as contracts, credit cards, video games, televisions and technological gadgets.
It would be good if the "lucky" to live in the so-called "first world" are increasingly aware that our "welfare state" is based on the exploitation of other countries and that whenever we have more products in the world in our supermarket shelves as more and more people in the world are forced to leave their land to live in cities endless 10 or 20 million.
Something we learned is that everyone in this world has its way forward and understand the path that leads to compliance , the path that eliminates racism, and where you listen to the other . Some do not even have the opportunity to see their way, living in poverty, squalor and unable to work receive a quality education.
But in the other end of the world we are the ones who have everything, where some are working tirelessly to immediately waste money to buy their second or third car, the latest model cell or slippers that come for the new season. And add to that the noise of the city, work, music by I'pods running loop ... all to help us forget ourselves.
I close my eyes and I vote on a motorcycle taxi in Peru Forest, enjoying a Child of speed, on seeing people and ignoring the mosquitoes for a while. I close them again and I'm British , atop a mountain cold, lying near the fire, traveling between my mind and reality, accompanied by chants and drums of our shaman. And suddenly I'm Ecuador , celebrating the arrival of summer, the Inti Raymi in an Andean village, dancing in a circle to the rhythm of the Quena and chicha. I now find myself in Bolivia , In a village with no drinking water in the river curved, leaving the water from a well with a few children to immediately take her home. I open them, close them and I'm Argentina, the stadion, excited, watching the match from futball Vélez, jumping and singing hymns of fans who continue to encourage their team. And now Chile, lying on the ground, watching the stars in the Atacama Desert.
I close one last time I'm already at home, I see my father, my mother and soon I will see my sister and my friends ... and Aneta soon returns to Poland to see his ...
So ends our journey, but it does not end ... on the contrary, a new stage begins, this time in Europe, because that life itself is a journey and every day and every game brings something and we learn.
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