One Year Ago

One year ago there where nerves, stomachs filled with butterflies, excitement and expectation. One year ago there where tears, shortness of breath, shaking bodies and thoughts where a knot. One year ago there where bags, half empty closets, goodbyes and airports.

Hubby and I moved to live together to Barcelona one year ago. April 05, 2013  will forever be incrusted in our memories as the day feelings where a mess, new things begun and other ended.

7,492 kilometers away, 365 days later here we are. It’s very difficult for me to resume all that has happened is this time, so I’m just going to let my favourite photos of this year speak for me… Hope you enjoy them.

It was the most nerve-racking thing I’ve decided to do so far. The good thing is that I dind’t have to do it alone. And now hubby and I can remember that the first night we spend living together was on an airplane watching movies, listening to music and sharing the uncertainty of what the next day will bring us.

Today we have a celebration! Venezuelan food, new friends and family are coming over to share with us this special day! So I have to go now, there is some cooking to do 🙂


When I opened mi blog I firmly decided that I would never ever post about politics or anything related to it. However, by moral and for many reasons, today I must talk about what is going on in my country, Venezuela.


For fifteen years Venezuela has been ruled by an oppresive, tyrant, abusive goverment. In the last 10 months the situation has goten worse. Inflation is over the top, there is an unprecedent shortage of basic products. People can’t find milk, toothpaste, meat, chicken, toilet paper, and so on and on.

Insecurity levels have reached a record. There are more than 24.000 violents deaths registered just last year. And I mean “only registered”.

Last week students begun a pacific protest on february 12 (The Youth Day in Vzla) requesting the goverment solutions to these problems. The goverment took it bad, as always, and started shooting students. 3 inocent people died. Protests raised all over the country and continue to this day…

Many more have died. Goverment represion has increased. Leaders and students are in jail being tortured by their own military forces that swore to protect them.

Protests have raised by venezuelans all over the world to create awareness as the dictatorship took over all the media.

Yesterday I went to support my country.

This concentration took place in Barcelona, Spain at Plaza Catalunya. We ask people to see. Have awareness of what is happening in Venezuela. Support freedom, defend human rights. Don’t keep quiet.

If I were to explain with details everything that is going on, a whole blog lifetime would not be enough.

S.O.S Venezuela. We are far, but never absent.

Three months, 500 pictures, a thousand experiences

Playing Bubbles

7,492 kilometers. Yes, that’s the exact distance I traveled before changing my life completely. Seven thousand four hundred and ninety two kilometers. That is the distance from Caracas, Venezuela to Barcelona, Spain. This, strictly, in geographical terms, of course.

With a suitcase in each arm, a bag over my shoulder and my other half next to me, I arrived to Barcelona April 6, 2013. Since that paradoxical day, neither my SD memory or mi own, are enoguh to document everything I’ve experienced.

And, since I’ve been here, the word “routine” word has no meaning for me. Each day followed to April 6 is completely new and different. This, as far as photography is concerned, it is like a dream come true.

My camera never had the opportunity to see so many things. In these ninety days she has been freed from the four walls between which, monotonously, she lived bounded from the world, for reasons beyond her will. Now she is experiencing, next to me, a world of new images.

Here in the old continent, my camera and I are inseparable. We go everywhere together. And that is as it should be for any photography lover. Thus, it is the only way not to lose unique moments andd experiences.

With this new found freedom for both of us, I had the opportunity to capture stunning images. This new life has opened my eyes and my camera lens, teaching me that, to take good photographs, practice and ingenuity, are a must.

As they say, practice makes perfect. But we must never, ever dismiss the purity that a spirit moved by novelty can do for us.