(you can find this article in spanish here)
I don’t know if it is because of Haruki Murakami’s characters, one of my favourite authors, or because I have a character that predisposes me, the truth is that I like to spend some time by myself. One day, one weekend, any time is good for something that, to my surprise, is about avoiding most people. It is not that I always want to be myself, as if I were a misanthrope, all the contrary, but I like to spend brief periods of time by myself.
The people who knows me, love me and respect me, I mean, those who really know me, don’t see it as something eccentric anymore, they just accept it, and some of them have done the same.
However, I discovered it has nothing to do with spending time by yourself home alone, with your reference places and routines, with planning a mini trip to a place you would like to know better and go there with only a two-day bag, your camera, a book you have been wanting to read and just a bare idea of what you are going to do the next 48 hours. That desired uncertainty ends up turning into a creative and introspective experience.
I also discovered that I used to think that travelling alone was something crazy, something only eccentric and antisocial people did, and I would not have think about doing it; but now, after this first time, I not only see it as normal and…
