What if art ruled the world?

The list of things to do in London is so extensive, tourist usually go there for… what? A week? That the most visited locations are just the usual: Buckingham palace, Big Ben, London Eye… you know, the top 10 things to do in Trip Advisor. If the tourists we are talking about are interested in art, then they have more than a handful of museums that don’t request any fee to enter and have on exibition some of the best pieces of art and history from the whole world.

The east London street art? What is a graffiti, anyway? Vandalism? Well, according to some people from Keep Britain Tidy, yes. And they are, actually concerned about this demonstration of art (even Banksy murals).

The truth is, more and more tourist are approaching to this neighborhoods to see this paintings. It has become a trend and it`s on fashion (according to some tourist agencies). Traveler magazine says that it will pass, as every other trend in London.

Just put a foot on Brick Lane and you will be transported to a Modern Art Open Air Museum.

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If you are more like the ‘tour kind of person’, don’t feel comfortable enough to go around on your own, or want some explanation of what you are seeing, or any other reason, here I leave some very interesting walking tours that might be helpful.

Undiscovered London


Free tours by foot


London Street Art Tours


Alternative London


Enjoy London!

Sunset at the beach

Probably because winter is already here that I miss those hot and sticky summer days.

It’s hard to think I can actually miss the humidity that comes with the summer; but I do miss the sunsets. I miss grab my camera and go with no directions, to anywhere, to take pictures.

The photographs here are from a beach near Colonia del Sacramento, in Uruguay. It is called Matamora and even though I lived the first 18 years of my life so close to it, I had never been there before.

Actually, my brother and I were trying to find another beach (a fisherman’s beach) when we took the wrong turn and ended up in here.

Sometimes, when you get the wrong turn is when you find the most beautiful sights.




One very useful travel advise

Leave your prejudices at home.

I am sure you will travel through France much happier if you don’t care if the waiters smiles at you as they bring you your coffee.

It is fun to look for the clichés. Will Ireland be full of pubs? Will all the Italians talk with their hands? Will it rain in England? Will all Thai people be friendly?

The most important advise would be to open the mind, to be aware that we are crossing borders to a different culture. And learn to appreciate the differences.

Take a journey

Airports and the loneliness of nowhere

Writing from the airport. That spot where you are nowhere: one country stamped the way out in the passport, but any country stamped the way in yet. So, I look through the window how the sun light welcomes the new day in Sao Paulo, Brazil, and I wait till its time to catch my next plain.

I hear Dr. Seuss voice in my head:


Today is your day.

You’re off to Great Places!

You’re off and away!”

(Oh! The places you will go!)

And that great place I’m heading, is home.

The city with a museum

Bilbao: so much more than a museum.

As we cross the big green and red bridge that welcome us to the city, a particular architecture steals sight.

It’s not my first time here, and probably last time I didn’t promise to come back (I’m sure it didn’t even cross my mind). But here I am, crossing that same bridge, letting my eyes fall in love with the flower-like form of the Guggenheim museum once again.

On my first visit to this Basque city my main intention was to visit the Guggenheim. I sat on the other side of the river to watch the different colors of its walls as the sun set, I took pictures from as many angles as possible, I even went inside (and I am not such a big fun of museums). I looked at that giant spider until I started to like it.

There is so much more in this city than the museum.

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My neighborhood

Decided to get to the hostel by public transportation, it took me two hours to find the place where I was supposed to spend my nights. I walked under the rain pulling my suitcase while climbing those hills and holding my knees on the way down. The GPS on my phone was as lost as I was –and it might be a good moment to say: I have a pretty bad sense of direction, so I took the long way each and every time. When I finally made it a couple of blocks before the hostel, I started noticing that… I seemed to be the only woman on the neighborhood…

I certainly was not. I was, though, the only non Muslim woman and the only one walking alone. All the other ladies were with company: with babies or little kids, and after 7 pm, the prostitutes were walking in pairs.

The groceries stores were mostly taking care by a Chinese person, but the one that was next to my hostel had a very nice man; the first time I walked into the store he did not even take a glance at me. A tiny man with a wide mustache that laughed at me when I asked if he had ham. I didn’t understand what was so funny about it until I saw that he had the Koran for sell… I did apologize and he laughed again. From that time on, he did glance at me every time I went into the store.

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Street art

Art everywhere. Statues, graffitis… and not only outside the Arts Museum, nor the Guggenheim, but everywhere.

And now… the museum.

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To pack

For as much as I love traveling, I hate in equall amount to pack. And for this particular trip I dec9ided I was going to travel light (to get far) and, of course, I failed.

I look at my suitcase and I get the chills.

Most people would say that the worst part of traveling is to go back home. Maybe it’s because I’ve been back so many times that doesn’t affect me as much as fighting fist to fist with my very favorite black, mid-size suitcase.

The one that I bring on this voyage is the very same that has travel with me all around. It was a graduation present and it’s the object of my nightmares. There has not been a time that I haven’t cried over its excessive weight or lack of space.

I did an excessive research on how to pack and what were the essentials. Here are some pics I took from Pinterest (and their respective links).


link: http://www.buzzfeed.com/ashleyperez/10-handy-tips-for-packing-like-a-pro?sub=2517012_1497276#.wpK9OnnGg

I hope, if you need to pack, this images would help you. To me, they were illustrative. And I did manage to make the case only once, no crying, nor wining; just an organized night where everything on the bed find a place on the suitcase. It seems that after so many years of packing, I finally got my hand to it.

There is only one thing worst than packing, and it’s unpacking. My clothes usually find it so comfy inside this case that I don’t get the need of taking them out.