Live An Adventure Podcast

Don't Give Up by Mario Benedetti Don't give up, you still have time to reach up and start anew, Accept your shadows, Bury your fears, Free your burdens, Fly again. Don't give up, that's what life is Continue the journey, Follow your dreams, Unstuck time, Move the rubble, And uncover the sky. Don't give up, please don't give way, Even if the cold burns, Even if fear bites, Even if the sun sets, And the wind goes silent, There is still fire in your soul There is still life in your dreams. Because life is yours and yours is the desire Because you have loved it and because I love you Because wine exists and love is true. Because there are no wounds that time doesn't cure. To open the doors, Take away the locks, Abandon the walls that have protected you, To live life and accept the challenge Get back laughter, Practice a song, Lower the guard and extend the hands Open the wings A...

Accompany me to be alone To get rid of the ghosts To get in bed without touching Accompany me to the mystery Of being alone together To go to sleep without expecting anything to happen Accompany me to be alone Accompany me in silence Talking without words Knowing you're there next to me and I next to you Accompany me to the absurdity of embracing without touching You in your space and I in mine Like a guardian angel Accompany me to be alone Chorus Accompany me Saying without words What a blessing is to be together and to be unfaithful only with this solitude Accompany me Loving you without saying it Touching you without contact the reflection of your skin in the light To think of me so I can live for you Accompany me to be alone To get rid of the ghosts To get in bed without touching Accompany me to the mystery Of being alone together To go to sleep without expecting anything to happen Accompany me to...

Love, Life, and Happiness It was 1934. A young farmer fell in love with a young girl  in a hamlet in the south of Guatemala. His name was Transito Garcia, her name was Natalia Aguirre. He would go to the river to try to talk to her while she washed clothes but she would run away when he approached her. Finally, he convinced her to talk with him. A few months later the young farmer's father went to ask her dad for her hand. They were married a year later. They began a simple life working the land and starting a family. He planted corn, beans, rice, peanuts, and tomatoes. She stayed home. At one point she had 80 hens to feed and 12 children to raise. With few resources but with a lot of love they raised their children until they moved to Guatemala City. One of their daughters is my mom. They are my abuelitos (grandparents).   My abuelitos are my inspiration. My grandpa went to heaven 2 years ago. He is still with us in the heart of his children, grandchildren and gr...

“I wish I could describe the feeling of being at sea, the anguish, frustration, and fear. The beauty that accompanies threatening spectacles. The spiritual communion with creatures in whose domain I sail. There is a magnificent intensity in life that comes when we are not in control but are only reacting, living, surviving. I am not a religious man per se. My own cosmology is convoluted and not in line with any particular church or philosphy. But for me, to go to sea is to glimpse the face of God. At sea I am reminded of my insignificance -- of all men's insignificance. It is a wonderful feeling to be so humbled.” Steve Callahan NOTE: I am a Christian. I share this quote as an interesting example of how even people whose belief system may not be clear, they s e e in nature the image of God. “Desearia poder describir lo que siento al estar en el mar, la angustia, la frustracion, y el temor. La belleza que acompana espectaculos amenazantes. La comunion espi...

Uno de mis poemas favoritos, atribuido erroneamente a  Borges ,  escrito por   Don Herold   y publicado en Reader's Digest en 1953. Instantes  Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida,  en la próxima trataría de cometer más errores. No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más. Sería más tonto de lo que he sido, de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad. Sería menos higiénico. Correría más riesgos, haría más viajes, contemplaría más atardeceres, subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos. Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido, comería más helados y menos habas, tendría más problemas reales y menos imaginarios. Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió sensata y prolíficamente cada minuto de su vida; claro que tuve momentos de alegría. Pero si pudiera volver atrás trataría de tener solamente buenos momentos. Por si no lo saben, de eso está hecha la vida, sólo de momentos; no te pierdas el ahora. Yo er...

The summer of 2011, from June 19 to August 14, I traveled from Palermo, Italy to Manchester, England, 2080 km / 1290 mi. I visited 50 cities in 5 countries (The Vatican and Monaco count as countries hehe). These numbers are just that, numbers. They do not convey the joy and gratitude I feel in my heart for having met so many wonderful people and visited so many amazing places. I met most of them through Couchsurfing.com. They welcomed me and made me feel home for a day or two or more. We shared meals and stories. We walked around cities and beaches. We laughed and we were quiet. We learned from each other and shared our views on travel and life. Each place became a memorable moment because of them. I thank every one of them for making this the most awesome trip ever !!   Martina, Bruna, Katryn, Natasja, Iwona, Sven: Praia A Mare Nunzio, Vito, Natalia, Emma: Matera Marina and her daughter: Taranto Mina, Maria, Agata, Alessandro, Luca: Sorrento Julie and Juliet...

El Mar Necesito del mar porque me enseña: no sé si aprendo música o conciencia: no sé si es ola sola o ser profundo o sólo ronca voz o deslumbrante suposición de peces y navios. El hecho es que hasta cuando estoy dormido de algún modo magnético circulo en la universidad del oleaje. No son sólo las conchas trituradas como si algún planeta tembloroso participara paulatina muerte, no, del fragmento reconstruyo el día, de una racha de sal la estalactita y de una cucharada el Dios inmenso. Lo que antes me enseñó lo guardo! Es aire, incesante viento, agua y arena. Parece poco para el hombre joven que aquí llegó a vivir con sus incendios, y sin embargo el pulso que subía y bajaba a su abismo, el frío del azul que crepitaba, el desmoronamiento de la estrella, el tierno desplegarse de la ola despilfarrando nieve con la espuma, el poder quieto, allí, determinado como un trono de piedra en lo profundo, s...