travelstory Tag Posts Index

The power of words. How do we talk to ourselves? (EN-ES)

In the world of the invisible there are many things, things that cannot be seen and lie beyond the horizon. They cannot be seen with the physical eyes, but they

An Evening in Yeşilköy Coast, Istanbul (eng-tr)

Last evening, I met one of my favorite friends after her work. I was at home when she called me about an hour before coming. While I was getting ready, she was already

Thought as the starting point of reality. (EN-ES)

Thoughts are not nothing; they are energy and have incredible power over a person, and not just over the person who has them, but over others too, because we are

We only have the present, one moment at a time. ⏳

If we do not experience every second of life as it happens, it will be a second lost; that second will turn into a minute, those into hours, and those into life

Where the story began to feel real. /Donde la historia empezó a sentirse real.[ENG] [ESP]

This is how the next chapter began... Así comenzó el siguiente capítulo… As I told you in the previous post, this day came full of emotions that I didn't know exactly

Hiking the ancient forest paths of the Vršac Hills

Over the past few days, the weather was perfect for spending time in nature, so my wife and I decided to take the kids on a walk along a forest trail leading toward

Invisible moments, invisible hours, an invisible self. (EN-ES)

I stand still, motionless in the middle of the crowd, as if watching scenes from a film, but one in which I am an outsider; at that moment, time seems to stand still,

This was not just a trip it was the first page of something I had been imagining for years.[ENG] [ESP] 📍 Cuba – 20.76682° N, 75.65523° W

There are places that one does not visit for tourism, but for history. This was not just a trip for me. It was the first page of something I had been imagining for

Following the cat, the little girl found the source of the magic. 💗✨

There are cats that glow in the dark and can guide us to a magical world, even those who say they don’t believe in it. Often, all you have to do is close your eyes

All that we already know

Todo lo que ya sabemos Lleva tiempo esto de amasar palabras… la mezcla, al principio, se siente recia o, en el peor de los casos, hueca. Pero cuando logras que una

Bedtime mode… an illusion, or perhaps not

At 9:30 PM my mobile phone switches on “bedtime mode”. I set it that way… one of my many little illusions, haha… but what I want to show you is how my photo gallery

And if there really was such a world... I would leave this place. (EN-ES)

Fantasy exists everywhere, but especially in our mind, our imagination, and with it we can travel wherever we want. But also that fantasy exists in our heart, perhaps

THE OLD MAN SAID THAT... (PHOTOGRAPHY STORIES)

I was very surprised when, at the end of last December, I saw my friend Sabino Ortega planting corn seeds on his land south of town. The furrows looked like they

Spotting Dodgy Real Estate in Thailand: My Take on a Sketchy Development

I've been cruising around Thailand on my bike for a while now, and man, I've seen some wild stuff when it comes to new builds popping up everywhere. Back in the

Mdina: Walking Through Silence, Stone, and Time

Some places don’t announce themselves loudly. They don’t need to. They simply exist — quietly, patiently — waiting for you to slow down enough to truly see them.

First chaotic hello from 2026 👋

Hey everyone, 2026 is already here and I still have hundreds of 2025 photos and stories sitting unpublished. This is my very first (and very overdue) post of the

Leaving the Cold Behind: My First Days in Malta

Valletta: From Fear of Flying to Finding Warmth and Presence Every journey begins long before the destination appears on the horizon. For me, this one started days

Lo que buscas también te está buscando

What you seek is seeking you One of the things I often remind myself of in the morning, and before going to sleep, is: «be calm, What you seek is seeking you». And

The return // El Regreso

ESPAÑOL (clica aquí!) Quizás esta historia nunca ocurrió. Quizás sólo fue un sueño o siga durmiendo. Quizás sea solamente el resultado de tu fantasía. ¿Estás despierto/a

Esa niña que fui

Una de las cosas que me hacía muy feliz en mi infancia era pasar las vacaciones en el pueblo natal de mi padre. Pilotos, es el nombre del pueblo, pero no era al