Tuesday, February 04, 2014


El silencio.
Y el tiempo.
Pero todo va bien.
El trabajo.
El amor.
La ciudad.
Todo va bien.
Todo va bien.
Cuando nada va mal.
Somos felices.
Cuando no estamos tristes.
La familia.
Los amigos.
No están presentes.
Pero están.
El jefe.
Los nuevos jefes.
Sin más.
Cosas nuevas.
Cosas difíciles de explicar.
Todo va bien.
Cuando nada va mal.
El cambio.
Mis expectativas.
Mis expectativas sobre el cambio.
Ganas de cambiar.
Todo va bien.
Pero no siempre va bien, cuando nada va mal.
El silencio.
El tiempo.
Viene bien para pensar.

Thursday, August 08, 2013

Leaving the "Mangú" behind to go abroad

Many people wonder why others leave their hometowns if they have a “confi” bed, a “decent” income, live in “dream countries” with amazing beaches, or whatever that might sound reasonable. 

Perhaps because of the need to learn new things, to gain independence, to discover cultures, to start thinking “out-of-the-box” (being the box: your hometown and the people that live there), to break the “path/trend” of doing what culture imposes (being the trend: having kids at age +21 and/or marring, forming a family you don’t truly want at that time).

The truth is that, well, there is no good answer to that question as we all leave for our own personal reasons and pursuing different purposes.

Us, We (or what I like to call it), the “world travelers” are not a weird human kind.  We are more common than we might think.  We are not more special than others, we just choose a different way of living. 

Do we risk more?  Are we really more open minded than the rest?  Who knows!  We shouldn't be the ones judging that.  But, as I say this, I must also say that I do believe we are a bit more “market sexy”.

When you go to countries where you know someone and you speak the same language, the transition happens to be softer.

 During the first month, you start by missing “your people” but somehow with time this feeling smooths and you handle it because it is a new experience, you start discovering places, your mind is always busy and up to something.  It is a natural process. 

If you start dating, then your priorities change and you can either settle down or take your partner into your travelling path.  For people that work for NGOs, apparently, the second one is commonly seen. 

When you go to countries where you know no one and you don’t speak the same language, the transition time is slower, tougher but gives more satisfaction.

You are in a constant learning / discovering process.  Your eyes are open to everything that is around.  Local people’s expressions, where to go, what to do, you are always reading magazines or going online to find out what is going to be the next step/activity you will do. 

You find yourself doing things you have never thought of, as you need to make new friends (obviously!  Life must always be lived in society). 

You find yourself dancing to new beats, eating “jelly” seafood, going to foreigner groups (to have a drink, to practice the little you have learned of the local language or only to have an oasis and hopefully you will find someone that speak yours). 

You go to diving classes, although you have always feared the ocean, the dependency on a bottle of oxygen.  But is new! Exciting! Risky! Sexy!

In both cases, you are always struggling with cultural matters, and I think this is the best (most interesting) part.

Your mind is trained / set to have certain believes on what is “reasonable” and what it is not.

You set your limits based on what you are “used to see”, “what your family taught you”, the experiences you have had that leads you to think something is either good or bad. 

And most important, the fact that others (we, as well) are moved by “stereotypes” (So, if you come from X country, they will expect you to be from X way).

So, question is.. how to fight that?  How to fight against what you known from “always”?  How to fight against those things others “already” know from you? Do we really want to fight it or do we want to change it or do we only want to live with that? Or do we just want to… Adjust… ? Share a little from you and learn from others… Isn't that what part of the globalization was about in a way?

Ps.  I still love my good Mangú dish!

Monday, March 11, 2013

Lisboa, love story

Es muy gracioso que siempre que digo que soy de Santo Domingo acá en Lisboa (o antes en Madrid), es como si tuviera que adoraaaar la playa.  Yo quizás soy una muestra atípica, y es que estoy igual de feliz si voy o no.
Esas grandiosas postales con arena blanca, con agua cristalina y cálida.  No, no es una película o un lugar escondido, es República Dominicana.

En fin.. dicen que uno de los encantos de mi nueva ciudad, Lisboa, es el "tiempo de playa".  No sé si cumplirá mis expectativas por venir de dónde vengo, pero le que sí es cierto, es que con playa o sin ella... Lisboa me gusta.

Me gusta la calidez de su gente, su poca necesidad de "mostrarse" y su obvia inteligencia.
Me gusta que a pesar de que me diijeron muchas veces que era una ciudad triste, es lo que menos he percibido.
Me gusta el saber que aunque no voy a bañarme a la playa, el mar está cerca y puedo ir a sentarme tranquila para escuchar de fondo el sonido de las olas.
Me gusta pensar en lo mucho que puede llegar a parecerse a mi isla.
Me gusta imaginar que era el cambio que necesitaba desde hace un par de años.
Me gusta crear una historia de amor que vivir en esas calles bohemias, sólo por el pretexto de soñar en algo.
Me gusta como todo eso me hace sentir que vivo en una montaña rusa... Esas que tanto disfruto, por "el sabor" a adrenalina, por la brevedad pero intensidad del momento..