The year has just began, and I am back in Paris after being away on a mini holiday in Ireland.
It’s the best possible gift I could have ever given to myself. I always dreamt of going to Ireland, and there I was!!! Welcoming 2023, standing at O’Connell Bridge, hearing the countdown, looking at the sky and thinking to myself a big “thank you”.
I felt so proud, so safe, so loved, so in touch with myself.
Doing a solo trip is adventurous and wild, and I don’t think everyone has the courage to do so. But there’s nothing more precious than having your own company and enjoying it.
So thank you Dublin, thank you my beautiful Ireland for welcoming me with your arms open. Thank you life, thank you to my little angels in the sky, thank you God, thank you moon, thank you to my family and loved ones, and most important, thank you me.
Okayyyyt, so it’s time to write about my trip to Milan. Yay! I was actually waiting for this moment, but I kept putting it aside and I hadn’t given myself time to do it. Anyway, here I am and let me tell you something real quick before I begin: I LOVED MILAN SO MUCH!
The day before leaving I was looking forward to it already. Between packing all my stuff, looking for cool things to do while I was there, and talking to my loved ones about it, omg I swear I was so impatient!
So I had to wake up so so early, I mean, early for me haha. I woke up around 5 am to take an Uber to Chatelet station and then the train to the airport. Actually waiting wasn’t too bad, and I got super early to my gate, which gave me plenty of time to have breakfast and chill a little bit. Funny fact was that while everyone was having their traditional French type breakfast: croissant, pain au chocolat, coffee, jus; I was having a bagel, with prosciutto and onion, hahaha. At 7 am! Incredible, right?
Anyway, my flight was super smooth and I loved it. It went by so fast, and since the very first moment the airplane was taking off, I was like “hell yeah, love this feeling”. I love airplanes. I love traveling. Love adventure. Love treating myself with nice trips to new places. I simply love it so much!
Something I’ll never forget is this feeling I got when I was at the train station at Cardona, already 15 min walking from downtown and the hotel, 15 minutes from Il Duomo, Teatro dal Verme, etc, etc. And I was just walking and thinking that I seriously dreamt about going to Italy since I was little! Italy was always on top of my list. And there I was, on a cold winter Sunday morning, walking in the city of Milano, by myself, feeling free, at peace, happy, excited.
I felt so lucky.
I felt so thankful and blessed.
I felt so proud of myself for always being strong no matter what. Even if things get hard. Even if the path gets rough. I’m my own cheerleader, always making sure to lift me up and keep going.
That’s how I made to Milano on a beautiful solo trip.
Oh man, thank you life.
Honestly everything was exquisite there. The language, the food, the architecture, the culture, everything! It was like a dream. I mean, it was indeed one of my dreams came true.
But then, there’s something that even gave me a deeper feeling. It took me to another level. No words exactly to describe the sensation I felt.
I’m talking about Ludovico Einaudi’s concert. Oh my, it was exquisite. It was beautiful, captivating, profound… Ohlala, really no words to describe it more.
I even got chills and goosebumps when listening to the keynotes. It was beyond perfect. And of course, asides from the satisfying sound of the melody itself, the feeling I got within me was surreal. I felt so in touch with myself. So loved, so proud, so happy.
So I can really say that going to Milano was a gift I decided to make to myself. I wanted to spoil me, treat me with something that would remind me one more time of how beautiful life is.
Starting off December looking for some more winter clothes! Going to the mall is so overwhelming here honestly. Always so crowded! But anyway, even if this doesn’t look like it, it really is a candid picture. Took it by accident and I liked it 🙂New fluffy scarf. Looks warm and pretty right? But it’s actually horrible. Worn it just once and then realized the quality is so bad because all my clothes were covered in white peluche from the scarf! 😦 Unfortunately they didn’t let me return it because it doesn’t have the tag anymore… what can I say?First weekend of December in Rouen with my Austrian friend! You see the clock? I was so fascinated when I first saw it. The place is so beautifully interesting and unique. Found this chocolate bars at a souvenir cutesy store. Loves the “morenita” name, obviously it comes from Mexique!! Ay pero qué lindo! One of my favorite captions. It was cold, yes, but the place is literally worth visiting. The architecture has a gothic style, and there you can find numerous churches and temples. A gift for my mom from Rouen. She collects this tiny little plates form different places, and I found it very lovely. Just working. I had forgotten about my glasses, which I love!District 6th in Paris? I’m not quite sure, but it’s definitelya place I hadn’t been before. I’m posting this tower because it’s where I met P for the first time 🙂Posting this because I was like “what’s going on with Tommy Hilfiger’s mannequins?” Hahah I think it’s an interesting concept…And of course… chai latte for the way back since it’s been super cold! I needed to treat myself Luna bonita. Luna llena. Luna brillante. Luna que me cuida en donde sea que esté, a donde sea que vaya. You’re always thereThis is my new set of watercolors! They are okay… not my favorite, but at least I got something to paint with in the meantime. I don’t know what I was thinking when I was packing for France and didn’t bring my art supplies 😦
Okay so the three pictures above are from the Eiffel Tower with P on this spontaneous night/cold walks near the tower. Oh my God, I swear I’m the happiest when I’m nearby. I can’t stop looking at it! The way it shines at night is super special… Sometimes I’m just speechless. And the company is super nice. Long conversations, midnight walks, Paris in the streets. I don’t know how to even explain it but it gives me such a nice feeling. It brings me peace. It makes me feel light. It makes me dream and smile.
LOL! I got this raincoat at Decathlon por my trip to Dublin. Is this really supposed to be this big???? Like what the heck hahaha. One of my favorite moments of December is this petit and cute Christmas tree. I was hesitant at first. I thought why would I spend money on a Christmas tree if I don’t know where I’m going next and I’ll have to get rid of it… but then I convinced myself because Christmas is really one of my favorite seasons of the year and it means so much. I did everything súper improvised and got the tree plus the lights, the ornaments and everything. I’m not going to lie if I say that when I got back home and opened all the packages to put it all together I looked like a little kid super excited and with a big smile on the face. I felt so fulfilled, so happy, so cozy and warm in my own space. Hard to describe, maybe. But it really made my day and I loved it. A secret admirer, lol! Crazy af, he really scared me haha. I was working on my computer when I looked at the door and saw him there. Looking straight at me. I was like…. Okay, this little grayish cat is spying on me and probably he’s been there for a while and I had no idea, lol! Picture with baby Spicy. And of course, my new jacket for the winter!Haha I don’t even know why I’m posting this picture. I just thought it was kinda funny and my face looks graciosa 🙂
Hoy he decido hacer una lista de las cosas que más extraño de mi país.
A veces llegan recuerdos a mí y se me llenan los ojos de lágrimas. Otras veces me estremezco cuando pienso en mis cosas favoritas de Mexico y en mis personas favoritas. Es como si pudiera tocarles, sentirles, verles.
. Extraño diciembre en la casa de mis papás, con esa sensación de que hace frío pero me pongo un sweater calientito que me abraza. Después, bajo a la sala y siento la vibra navideña con los mil adornos y el árbol tan bonito. Me siento en el sillón, me acurruco, y platico con alguien.
.Los abrazos tan cálidos y dulces de mi sobrina. Extraño su risa, sus locuras y bromas. Extraño sus mil caritas hermosas, y lo mucho que ella me admira.
.La comida de mi mamá. Tacos dorados de pollo, tortitas de atún, carne asada, pollo empanizado… Pero también extraño su compañía a lo largo del día. Platicar con ella, ver alguna película o salir a pasear.
.Extraño ver a mi papá sentado en la sala disfrutando Dr. House o alguna película, comiendo snacks y viendo su semblante relajado.
.Extraño ir a hacer el super, ir a suprema, ir a Starbucks, e ir a las Américas.
.Extraño Starbucks con May y Cami. Nuestras tardes de «estudio o trabajo», o nuestros antojos repentinos de comida en algún restaurante. Extraño pedir Uber eats y compartir.
.Extraño el amor y el apoyo tangible de mi familia. El poderlos ver de frente, abrazar, sonreír.
.Extraño mi árbol de limón! Tan bonito y tan fresco. Tan verde. Tan lleno de vida.
I feel that it’s been hard to blog in the last couple of days because I haven’t given myself much time to do so. (Unfortunately) However, here I am again! On a Friday night, willing to write and tell a little bit about the last couple of days.
The highlight of my whole story is that I’ve been feeling like falling passionately in love. Yes, it may sound way too cheesy, but is it really that wrong to say so? H
I just think that it is indeed to beautiful to be vulnerable and to feel, to love, to give, to share.
Saturday evening I told myself that I was going to catch the sunset. I mean, why not? I told myself that I would treat myself with a very nice evening at the Seine river. Indeed the view was stunning, completely worth it. It felt a little lonely because I saw two wedding photo shoots at the moment, and I was like… daydreaming. Wondering how it may feel to be wearing a beautiful white wedding dress, having the love of your life next to you, and in front of you a professional photographer taking tons of pictures with the sunset and Eiffel Tower on the background.
And yes, let me tell you that the pinkish/orangy /yellow-ish colors in the sky blew my mind.
I know probably I should have taken this photo, but you can’t even identify the faces clearly. And this is what I was talking about. Isn’t it romantic? Maybe I’m just a hopeless dreamer. You tell me. Quick selfie before going out last Sunday. I went to the Petit Palais. It was actually pretty cool and interesting! The only picture I got is one of Monet’s painting. As soon as I glanced at the painting from the distance I knew I liked it. Then I approached and indeed I read clearly “Claude Monet”, and I was like “I knew it!”. It’s simply so delicate! Not too chilly to go out biking and reading. It was actually pretty sunny. I love this peaceful place. No one around. Just nature, and me, and my bike, and my book.
I recently started reading “The name of the wind”. It was a nice recommendation. I’ve read so far about 50 pages and I am liking it a lot. It was a complete twist to the books I normally read. From non fiction to fantasy. It’s like really? But I’m liking it, and that is what matters.
I didn’t realize how much it bothers me to talk about Christmas.
My plan originally was to do a trip somewhere so that I could feel that at least I was doing something and I wasn’t alone sadly at home.
However, I canceled my trip to Rome and postponed it for next year when my family comes, which actually is pretty nice and am looking forward to it!
But… that leaves nothing left planned for me for Christmas.
And I just realized that a way to pretend that everything is alright is acting normally and asking for suggestions to do something for those days. But deep down I feel sad and scared to know that I won’t have family or loved ones around me for Christmas.
This year it will only be me.
I’m in Paris, yes, and that excites me. However, it’s never nice to spend the most amazing time of the year alone…
A curious girl, a wanderer 