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Writing From a Tropical Volcano

I’m in Saba now, a wonderful tropical island, a Dutch colony mounted on the side hill of an ancient Volcano. Trekking and diving with sharks is our goal these days.  If you like stay connected to my videos on my YouTube Channel… i’m a noob but they’re made with love.  And you can find me on Facebook ifSigueSigue leyendo «Writing From a Tropical Volcano»

Heroic+ Christmas for two please… Thank you family!

So this is the thing… Between hospitals and work, these last two years have been so hard that nearly anyone knows about it. I’m happy for all the good things and I won’t change a thing, but let’s be honest, I’m a positive guy always seeing the opportunity instead of problems. Resilience is my 4thSigueSigue leyendo «Heroic+ Christmas for two please… Thank you family!»

Emotional Flow of the Sea

Live greatly today. May the strength of the sea be with you, giving you the flow essence of the wave and the strength of the tides. It doesn’t really matter if today you are on the top or on the bottom. Today just remember to be. Remember you’re not alone. Every man and woman isSigueSigue leyendo «Emotional Flow of the Sea»

1ondon for 2nights

Once upon a time there was a wonderful city, sparkling magic and international humanity. People in there flooded joyful the streets, waiting for Christmas to bring joy and treats. Between gala nights and gifts for the family, my journey went well and I took the plane merrily. Here are a few pics of lights and car horns,SigueSigue leyendo «1ondon for 2nights»

Mist in Castilla La Mancha

«Mancha» in spanish means stain, mark. Something you didn’t want, but that defines you beyond any chance of hiding it or faking it. You ate something, you’ve been to a dirty place, you did something wrong. In our history we give a lot of importance to people’s marks. And when something terrible happens we say itSigueSigue leyendo «Mist in Castilla La Mancha»

Guerra y Paz por un Italiano en Madrid

Fue hace 4 anos que mi hermana me secuestró. Me recogió desde Italia para llevarme en un barco nocturno, como uno de estos inmigrantes que tanto temen muchos, en España. Me recuerdo como si fuese ayer la tierra Roja de Barcelona que juntos veíamos pasar de la ventanilla del coche mientras conducía hacia la ciudad que seSigueSigue leyendo «Guerra y Paz por un Italiano en Madrid»

The Ladybug Intervention

«Bienvenido a Madrid» they say. From the bedroom of a noisy room, engulfing meds like candies for the first operation of the year (yeah, it is leap year after all) I didn’t really feel welcomed by the city. A few months ago we were living in a small apartment that luckily had amazingly wide windows.SigueSigue leyendo «The Ladybug Intervention»