Chaos

The curious thing about my passion for travel is that I don’t actually know where it started. No one in my extended family ever considered traveling. As a kid, I was more interested in playing football, and I could never have imagined leaving my little town.

I don’t even remember why I decided to go to Australia. There probably wasn’t a specific reason for choosing that destination—just a chain of random thoughts and events. Chaos.

Now, looking back on years of traveling, I’m delighted that I somehow ended up exploring the world in such a beautiful way. It fills me with joy and happiness. Endless memories: tastes, touches, conversations, connections, smells, views...

The world is a strange place. Wars have started again, people are dying. It feels like we’re trapped. My ancestors probably felt the same way. But this feels different. Focusing on travel allows me to forget about the dark side of the world. It makes me feel like this is exactly how human beings are meant to live—playing with the world, without fear, with hearts full of love and kindness.

México, 2024