Friday, April 12, 2013

HAPPINESS ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED (OR THREE YEARS WITH lAURA)




     Primer Puente: un beso sobre un puente, es decir, un puente sobre un puente. (Abril 2010)

But who's going to keep up with such a life? - Was a question that everyone seemed to enjoy making me. What assurance you can give a lady? -insisted. Because obviously, a girl needs other things .... Going to movies with popcorn, bricks, mortgages? Really? No, of course not. Strain is also traveling, free spirited, bare feet and minds like wild gardens. Some long-time-christened from no: princess hobo, but only found it three years ago. Today, it's three years since  Laura and I are together. We have traveled thousands of miles since that first kiss in the Calchaqués Valley and our fingers scribble-stop-on future cruises planisphere. McCandless was right at the end when in his magic bus realized (late, but realized) that happiness is only real when shared.


                          
                                        Aprendimos a besarnos incluso con  viento patagónico...

After traveling alone for many years, fortunately did not need to shut out the world to realize that there was an empty space next to me. And that the world could be shared as a piece of homemade bread in a square Catamarca, at least one child traveling attentive to the horizon. So today I wanted to share with you, we always bancaron, some photographs of this love rolling, but mostly give my Nena Traveling this poetry-that she still did not see-(avisenle, avisenle having an online gift! !) anniversary as a small gift. Normally the real Juan is hiding certain things to Juan "blogger", but today is not the case. We open all doors. We share what goes through our hearts ...






                        Y también con mucho frío... (el día en que llegamos a Antártida)


Today we are happier than ever, writing a new book about the journey of 15 months from Antarctica to the Guianas, South America across the entire finger. It will be a shared workbook, written from two different sensitivities on the same intense South American adventure. It will be the closest thing to a son and you are ready (hopefully) in July to join Wandering in the Axis of Evil Then come new horizons and challenges, more and more away from home, to land uncertain. What will never change, which will accompany us (besides you) will be the welcome with this poetry ...

To all of you, but especially my traveling babe, thanks for being part of my life!


                          Recorriendo el Eje Cafatero colombiano en el techo de una chiva.


                                           Banquinas compartidas....



                               Con tortugas marinas en la Guyana Francesa....



So you know ... if the ideal companion to share the road, life does not appear, do not forget to walk with faith in the horizon. As I always say, everything happens for a reason, the universe will take care of you. And surely, this meeting is tissue and unknowable future point. But to access these future, it is up to us to walk until achieving coherence, love and freedom.

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