¿Y de dónde vengo para anunciarlo a bombo y platillo? Pues de ningún sitio pero he vuelto... ¡al BLOG! Y eso merece un redoble de tambores en toda regla porque llevaba casi 6 meses sin escribir.
Así que ya sabéis, os espero con nuevo diseño y más entradas que espero que os gusten.
Y para el reestreno nos vamos de escapada a la Ribeira Sacra. ¿Quién se viene?
(Tenéis el enlace en la bio)
And where did I go? Nowhere really, but I’m back to posting in my blog and after almost 6 months without writing I might as well shout it from the rooftops!
So come say hi, have a look at the new layout and take a trip to Galicia’s Ribeira Sacra with me. Care to join me?
(Link in my bio)
I overheard someone say last night that being brave does not mean doing things that do not scare you. Its doing things when you are scared, and pushing past that fear.
I get scared when I climb. Every. Single. Time. I get anxious traveling to new places. I get nervous meeting new people. And with every new climb and every new country I feel a great sense of accomplishment.
However, my greatest leaps of courage is not measured by the heights of the walls I’ve climbed, but rather the heights of the internal walls I’ve lowered to allow others in. Being brave is asking for help. Being brave is apologizing. Being brave is saying “I love you”. Being brave is saying “no” just as much as saying “yes”. Being brave is being vulnerable and allowing others to see you, to hear you, to know you.
We practice acts of bravery every day and we don’t give ourselves enough credit. I urge you to celebrate your own courage this weekend. For the big stuff and especially the small ❤️
One of my favourite meals. Simple alpine cuisine sitting at the base of Gardena Pass in Tirol, Italy.
I’d always dreamt about the Dolomites, for work I’ve driven through them many times. But spending a few days exploring these stunning giants was epic! .