Days of wondering here in Switzerland: wonder at the landscape, the panoramic views, the color that change as the cold front comes in and specially wonder at the people i've met along the way: spent a few days with an artist I met in Venice, wonderfull ideas and ways to look at the world: flowers are beautiful he tells me, but they dont move, people are beautiful and they can dance, they are truly beautiful....
His art, his ideas, fill me and prompt me to a new ride: head face first against the rain, of course the rains beats me but "everything happens for a reason": I ask for refuge at a farmer's house and find the most lovely family who takes me as a true guest: share dinner, breakfast, and even lunch the next day as I had to peel away from their house. They are true travelers, they have seen half the world and leave me as a task to see the other half for them.
Then a rendezvous long to come: meeting some friends I made over a horrible 24hour+ bus ride in Peru. Beautiful girls full of energy and a fresh look on this world: one of them (white as the snow) talking with my so loved "charapa" accent, the other, a lovelier tourist guide no one could ask for, and the third one, making faces with no care in the world. Remembrances of the jungle, the sun, spices, fruits and language...
I say tonight my goodbyes to Switzerland with a bittersweet flavor for leaving but making some connections I hope to keep for the longest and a day....
His art, his ideas, fill me and prompt me to a new ride: head face first against the rain, of course the rains beats me but "everything happens for a reason": I ask for refuge at a farmer's house and find the most lovely family who takes me as a true guest: share dinner, breakfast, and even lunch the next day as I had to peel away from their house. They are true travelers, they have seen half the world and leave me as a task to see the other half for them.
Then a rendezvous long to come: meeting some friends I made over a horrible 24hour+ bus ride in Peru. Beautiful girls full of energy and a fresh look on this world: one of them (white as the snow) talking with my so loved "charapa" accent, the other, a lovelier tourist guide no one could ask for, and the third one, making faces with no care in the world. Remembrances of the jungle, the sun, spices, fruits and language...
I say tonight my goodbyes to Switzerland with a bittersweet flavor for leaving but making some connections I hope to keep for the longest and a day....
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