*A friend who works with art is collecting personal stories for a project. She wanted me to write down what the sensations were, the experience of my first change of city and country. Why did I decided to go out and choose a new place to live?* # Here is my answer for her: ✍️ # ### I don’t remember the first time I left to travel because I started very early. My father was a musician in a circus, so I accompanied him during the holidays for tours in Europe. https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmaatMxtRdHf2Dfoc1Pw8VAiA5YWaiBcPd9kcWm2N9cNB4/4CB3A581-072F-408B-8AD5-D54074070451.jpeg *Me and him with our caravan* ## These are my best memories. > Arriving in an unknown city and having the impression that everything is bigger. Walking in the streets for the first time and observing everything that is unknown. https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmVozGzg6TjkGYaMHmpqogvbhXtjBq9PbRzZEVTo1PeFVu/758F82CE-4EEF-4D8D-85C8-D78F1BE513C3.jpeg *Manaus: first Brazilian city I’ve visited* You don’t know anything yet about this place but when you will leave it, each corner or person will bring you to a memory, a story, a smell, a feeling. ### For me, this sense of newness, of discovery, has become one of the most enjoyable things in life. # https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmTjm8MuEy9hSNf4qgN8sTbLjEjGLrh72kMPgLk2fbYgdt/EAB30045-63ED-4343-980E-5011B4828F19.jpeg *Ilha Grande, Rio de Janeiro / Brazil* ### I decided to leave my country because I quickly realized that the world was big and full of treasures. > I had this intuition of going to South America, it was the place that attracted me more because of the music and the Latin languages. https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQma6xKMQetwSJs59AStTHZJ4cJVRG7Hy5rEhmDoGfGz1od/4B0CAD07-0886-4E84-8320-6DAB4DADFB02.jpeg *Pucon, Chile* I also felt that this culture in which I was born did not correspond to my essence. I wanted something deeper, lighter, truer. ## I found traveling what I was looking for without being aware of it: to find myself. # https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmSpBHLN9s1DUHm9ADtkNbMfTuYEMsroW7vkP3v37eempB/134760FD-F3A0-4307-B293-DC87B2000C5F.jpeg *Chapada Diamantina / Brazil* >I arrived in a places where the climate was different, the food was different, the language, the connection between people, the way to communicate, to relate. #### Then I had to learn eveything again. # https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmTiNDxHrQoa4evHBu153SrM9GbApHP8FjYerMNAja2NRj/5C98FF42-4139-4DA3-B05F-BB0FB1E5E312.jpeg *Gamboa, Bahia / Brazil* ### For that I stayed in the euphoria of being lost. In this joy of the unknown, I lost my structures and I found myself. At the beginning there is so much information that it seems that the brain can’t process a fifth of what you get. You don’t understand almost anything. Then time passes and learning begins. ### So you managed to create the connections and soon you immerse yourself in a foreign culture. # https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmNgUHV9HEMfDCHmkysojmWv9yunzfqHMDpLSEFBCGtjuv/DBF65EB5-795C-438B-AD87-2E706FB1B660.jpeg *Atacama, Chile* Again you find yourself because you realize that there are several person inside who look like with each of us. ## Realizing that you are just another child of a large family called humanity. # https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmTMTffpB7CPdET5AQSYtAp6P7VozTC2ouwa46S2qi9pSX/AE6C757E-51E7-44B5-A9E9-54E1128D8F72.jpeg *Jericoacoara, Ceará / Brazil*