So many reasons
“Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like its scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.”
For some reason, South America resonates with me, deeply, profoundly, like home. I’m happy when I am there, I find great joy in speaking Spanish, bumbling my way through missed verb tenses (‘yesterday, I go here’). Even though I know I am making mistakes, I am unafraid to try.
The fruit stalls, the small markets, the smiles of people when I make mistakes in my Spanish, the sense of adventure that permeates the landscape — all makes me feel more at home in South America more than in many places I have been. I know that at some point in my life, I need to live there. There, there — being somewhere – Chile, Argentina, Peru. Somewhere in the mountains. Somewhere there is adventure. Somewhere there are mountains and … the essence of adventure on the tip of my tongue.
And there is so much I don’t know yet. God lord, I have yet to visit Colombia. And Ecuador? I barely know you.
But South America, you call my name. Aurora. A Spanish name.
I hear you.
It’s an amazing place friends. Get yourself there. You might just pick up a little piece of home.