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In summer 2008 I released an indie music album. I was very excited about this, and not too excited about my ordinary life at that moment. So I sent a few mails, did some phone calls, quited my job, and began the adventure with some money in cash, my guitar, and a small bag full of dreams. One of my friends decided to come along. We rode the train from San Diego to Portland. Then stayed in Portland for a month. Thirty days full of great experiences and new friends. A great opportunity to share my culture, as I cooked some traditional Mexican food and played my songs in several open mics, art galleries and markets. My friend had to go back because her dad was very sick, so I continued my journey from Portland to Seattle, again, riding the train to get there. I only stayed there for a week, but I got to visit many places in just a few days, something interesting happened, this whole week was cloudy and rainy. Then I checked to see If I could ride the train from Seattle all the way to Montreal, but I then found a great deal to fly from there to my next destination. I got on the airplane with great expectations, my trip had been so awesome already, but I was ready for more. I spent the next three months in Montreal, taking my music everywere, getting to know the language and culture, trying new food, making new friends from all over the world, getting stuck in the snow and spending time with myself, and writing new songs, getting inspired with the beautiful landscapes and arquitecture. The year was almost over and I had one of my bucket list wishes on hold, hoping it would come true. This wish was to spend Christmas and New Year’s Eve in New York City. It seemed to me like it was a miracle, because this actually came true. I said goodbye to my good friends in Montreal, and rode the train down to New York. I spent the Holidays there with my friend who came all the way from Mexico, and had the opportunity to play my guitar, sing my songs and finally make my dream come true of saying the countdown out loud, to begin 2009 in Time Square, dancing, feeling my toes frozen and hugging people I never met before. This adventure ended flying back home after six months of living my dream every single day. I think this is one of the best decisions I've ever made in my whole life, and I would do it again without a doubt. Every time I think about this trip, it makes me happy, it gives me hope and faith. It makes me feel ready for the next life changing adventure.