Raf's Travel Diaries

"When are you planning on settling down?" It's a very popular question with me. Apparently, people who know me seem anxious to know this, and get nervous with my lack of preoccupation with the matter, my vague answers. The word 'settle' already sounds to me like getting lazy, giving up on exciting things, accepting something considered to be less than satisfactory. The word itself is the complete antagonism of myself, of who I am. Maybe someday, when I'm very tired, I will settle down.  Until then you will find me when you least expect me in the place you least expect to.  R

There’s not a lighter feeling than that of having the freedom of moving around without having to worry about all the stuff you own.

Concentrarme en leer y generar contenido para cosas que no me interesan me resulta casi imposible. Hace días que le doy vueltas a algo para el trabajo que me aburre demasiado. Y me pregunto, habiendo tantas cosas que me interesan, cuál es la necesidad de hacer algo que no? Por qué me pongo excusas para hacerlo? --- Por qué nos cargamos con responsabilidades inventadas sabiendo que lo que tenemos adelante es meramente una zanahoria colgada de una caña de pescar con la que el sistema, que viene montado en nuestras espaldas, nos hace seguir avanzando casi ciegamente? De hecho, tengo una extensa opinión sobre la teoría del burro y la zanahoria. Pero se las comparto otro día.

Buenos Aires has this certain something that makes me claustrophobic. Maybe it’s the lack of real nature, all the cement, the smog or the grim-faced fast-paced people that come and go unceasingly. This particular story I’m about to tell you is set on a Friday afternoon, at about 6pm. My boyfriend and I where in need of breaking the routine and a bit of fresh air, but we where also on a tight budget and we had to be back for work early the following Monday. After looking at a few possible destinations, we chose Mar del Plata where, oddly enough for an Argentine, I had never been to. By then it was about 7pm, we rushed to the closest Camping gear shop and bought a decent tent for two. We searched online and the next train heading there left at 11pm. We headed to the train station at about 10 and got seats for Economy class at something like 35 pesos each (cheap, very cheap). --------- 11pm, the station is packed, people sitting on the dirty floor, kids running aroun

I have a soft spot for abrupt change of plans. Raf

I live in a town with no bookstores but with about 60 churches. Jesus is not deaf! Pray silently and respect the ears of the other sons of god. Raf

This is where I live now.