It wasn’t really like the motorcycle diaries. First because I’m not Ernesto “Che” Guevara, second I didn’t have a “Poderosa” (name given to the motorcycle by Alberto Granado), and third my journey was of 5 months and not 8.
Although, like Che I’m also 23 at the date of the journey and has those 2 men I also saw things that lead me to question the value of progress as defined by economic systems that leave so many people beyond their reach.
I discovered the real Latin America in the people I meet on the road, the diverse geography I encountered is reflected on my own shifting perspectives. Is all still confusing but I’ll get the significance of it in the end; eventually. What I realize now is that this experience will be the starting mark of a re-defining of ethical and political fundaments on a longer journey, my life.

I intend to start writing not a diary but a “memoriam” of all the diverse spectrum of stimulus that Latin America offered me. I will tried to resume all that voyage into a manuscript that can transcend my emotions, experiences, lessons learned, and social perspectives. It will be written into a series of small paper/titles (that will include the already online article about the 1st month I spent in Uruguay) detailing the facts that I lived and had a huge impact in me. One thing I know for sure, I have to get back there and unfold some more of its secrets, there I lost a love but found another!
I’m still writting driven by will and inspiration, trying to get some of me into a scratch of paper …