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When I think about a travel story, I wonder about my life. About all the decisions that took me to become a nomad looking for adventures through the world at this point of my life. I was not aware at that point of my life, but as a kid I was really lucky. I grew up in a family with not many economic resources. Despite that, I always had food on the table at every meal and I went to a good public school everyday. However during my childhood we didn’t travel a lot. Actually, we never slept in any hotel during the first years of my life. We never had that opportunity. But I used to love to discover our region every weekend with my parents and my elder sister, enjoying the amazing planet we have. Enjoying just at home. I used to do that. And I still do. But something changed when I was 9. I had the opportunity to spend a weekend in Madrid (8 hours driving journey from home) with my family. The rest of my life is inertia. We started to make everything we could all year long to be able to spend a weekend per year discovering places we could get by car. Like we did that time. It can be quite complicated when you live in the North West part of a peninsula with the Atlantic Ocean surrounding the most part of your region and with a difficult road to get out of it. Nevertheless, we managed to discover Picos de Europa, Castilla y León, the North of Portugal... And made it last forever. I kept growing up and when I was 14 I had a scholarship for a 3 week course in England. My first solo experience out of the country. I felt in love and I kept going back to this country. I had a dream: to live there. So, when I was 20, I packed all my things and I took a plane there. England was my home for nine months. After that, I spent my life traveling as much as I could. My dream was to live travelling. So, nowadays, it is what I do. Currently, I am in Asia with no return ticket. And what does my family think about the whole adventure? I really love answering this question that I have been asked so many times since I started this journey. They joined my trip in India. So, I have been able to experience the craziness of this country with my whole family for fifteen days! And after that I kept going with my boyfriend, who is the one sharing this life with me. After all this time travelled, specially these last four months being a nomad I have something to say about travelling. And about the traveling stories. Normally, you can tell lots of them about the places. Tones of them are about the typical “it’s not the place, it’s the people you find”. And I agree. But there is something more important: you. It’s all about you. It sounds narcissist, but that doesn’t make it less true. In Asia I found lots of this about Asia, but I found more about myself. I learnt to appreciate who lucky I am. I learnt not to take anything for granted. And I learnt to listen to myself more. And as I got deeper inside myself, I realized it was not about me at all. The more I listen and understand myself, the most empathic I become. I am more able to understand the rest of the animals of the planet. And to respect them. Lots of people decided to start a journey because of the good pictures they would take along the road. They want to be the special person that was there, no matter what. But there are lots of “matter what” in a life journey and you should be aware of them. Because you are not more special than the rest of the people you meet along the world. And neither am I. But I am not going to lie, I am here for the good pictures as well!