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    Ghid de mancare mexicană pentru vegetarieni

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    Descoperă 7 locuri subestimate din Dobrogea și câștigă harta răzuibilă a României

    Roadtripuri în România, Munții Rodnei

    Roadtripuri: trei călătorii cu mașina pentru a redescoperi România

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    Restaurant avocado in Cuzco, Peru

    Avocado, cocaină și ulei de palmier

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    Ce îi poate învăța budismul pe călători

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    Lecții de viață primite în Columbia, de la un grup de imigranți venezueleni

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    Adevărul despre viața de stewardesă: dincolo de destinații de vis și un stil de viață aparent luxos

    Vizită în cartierul Giulești-Sârbi și cursul de fotografie documentară de la Walk & Shoot

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    Vacanțe în România, nu în afară

    De ce ACUM ar trebui să călătorești mai degrabă în România decât în afară

    Medellin, Columbia

    De ce Medellín (casa lui Pablo Escobar) o să devină orașul visurilor tale

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Restaurant avocado in Cuzco, Peru

Avocado, cocaină și ulei de palmier

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Interviu cu Laura Ilisii: povești despre călătorii, America Latină și petrecerea carantinei în Peru

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Favele Caracas

Povești (mai mult sau mai puțin) de dragoste, din Venezuela

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Strazi din Caracas, Venezuela

Prin ochii familiei Mendoza (VI)

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Cartierele sărace din Caracas

În casa de la mărginimea Caracasului (V)

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Frontiera dintre Columbia și Venezuela

Un drum ca o roată a Inchiziției: din Maicao (Columbia) în Caracas (Venezuela) (IV)

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Opinii personale despre coronavirus

Optimiștii (bată-i vina) în vreme de corona

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Ce îi poate învăța budismul pe călători

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Vârstnicii în vreme de coronavirus

Cum să NU îi tratăm pe bătrâni în vreme de coronavirus (în ciuda video-ului de la Recorder)

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Yuval Noah Harari, interviu El Pais despre coronavirus

„Cea mai bună apărare împotriva patogenilor este informația”, Yuval Noah Harari pentru ziarul El País

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Despre Narcis și Gură-de-Aur, Herman Hesse

Lectură pentru călători în vreme de izolare: Narcis și Gură-de-Aur, de Herman Hesse

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Kafka și dramele lui

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Hai să ne vedem și pe Instagram!

”The distance between moderation and abuse - per ”The distance between moderation and abuse - perversely perceived as a fundamental right by many of us - is wider than we tend to perceive. Once appropriated, this „fundamental right” of instant gratification is difficult to be given up. As difficult as any other addiction. Globally, we suffer from addiction to instant gratification, unlimited economic growth, boundless Instagram growth, and collective blindness in front of their consequences.” (As wisely as my dear @alec_bb says it) I have never touched cocaine again after the moment in which my brain comprehended that in some corner of the world (accidentally, in one of the corners I love the most) kids are carrying guns, teenagers are taken away from school and convinced to get into the business, and people die daily. Me having a bad day the next day after the party was zero, nothing, null, zilch. The comparison is even creepily funny. But during days like this, I wish I would consider more deeply how my dormant addictions - that sometimes prove to be more awake than I am willing to admit - are still affecting people around me or those that are further. Take some time to read this first article we write together - 'Avocado, Cocaine & Palm Oil': https://iscoada.com/eseu/avocado-cocaina-si-ulei-de-palmier/. Find the link also in the bio. If you are using a desktop, don’t hesitate to translate the page into your language. Fortunately (or not - for someone who studies translations, like me), Google Translate is doing a better and better job. #notjustyou #stopinstantgratification #wearetogetherinthis
'So... how is Peru?' they ask. I couldn't really 'So... how is Peru?' they ask. I couldn't really say... high and low, cold and warm, shy and daring. It can be a harsh at times or easy-going when you're in the right places. There are 100 countries here, between the borders of a single one. Sometimes I hate it and sometimes I am about to cry thinking at the date I leave. But I've been travelling here rather inside of me, on the land of a far-away country. I haven't met as many people as I used to, neither pass through telenovelas to talk about years after but I have discovered myself in profound and mysterious ways. Not always enjoyable - it's actually pain involved most if the times but I guess this is what it means to get closer to your 30s. 🙈
A bit later (as always) but here are my thoughts. A bit later (as always) but here are my thoughts. Things I am grateful for to 2020: • The chance to redesign the relationship with my mother • Being published in some of my favorite magazines & launching my blog (after three years of dreams) • The long time spent resting, sleeping, writing, reading and exercising • Staying away from my old addictions • Keeping Dharma present into my life • Staying in touch with friends I made during my travels (Eduardo, Christian, Paula, Jazmine, Joshua, Asdrubal) • Having my lifetime best friends close for the first time in years (Teea, Cristiana, Daria & Diana) • The health of my family & loved ones • An astonishing spring in a garden full of fruits and flowers • The nourishing mouth-watering food that fills any refrigerator blessed by my mother • For still saving me from wrinkles (thank you tons, 2020!) Kindly asking from 2021: • Less critics of myself and others • Less running, more yoga • Keep writing • Keep searching for answers, inquiring into life and taking risks • Less telefone checks, more photos • More often reminding that, for whatever my heart longs, I am good enough! • Looking toward the Sangha when I need refugee • To not take myself too seriously & don’t forget to have fun. In the end, it’s all about this. Credits for this gorgeous photo to @gabrielapantu ❤️
**swipe left for the complete story** I spent a c **swipe left for the complete story** I spent a couple of days in Ravensca, a tiny remote village, inhabited by a secular colony of Czech people who settled down in the Romanian Almăjului mountains, at the beginning of the 18th century (during the time of Habsburg domination over Transilvania). The geographic isolation and the unpaved mountainous roads surrounding this magic place played a big part in the conservation of the ancient way of living, along with an antique Czech language. Unfortunately, the recent history has turned its back from Ravensca: the village is now counting no more that 80 people. Most youngsters have already migrated to the Czech Republic: the mother-land and a modern state in Western Union that offers incomparable working opportunities. I stayed in the house Pelnář family, a wonderful couple of over 70 years old whose kids and grandchildren are already well established abroad. It’s just the two of them, together, working the land with such a force and energy of which a few of us would be capable. They start each day before 7am, feeding the animals and grooming in the courtyard and, if nothing else interferes, they end it up around 7pm, after returning from working the land. Above any cliché, the lifestyle of the people in Ravensca is literally frozen in time and this makes the fairyland of this so unknown Romanian place. Despite the threat of extinction that hovers over this village with the passing away of its elderly and the ever growing emigration of the younger generation, there is one young man there who, at only 21, has huge plans. He aims to save his community by setting up a business in tourism who would bring back and offer employment opportunities to those forced to relocate in the Czech Republic, who are dreaming of a way to come back home.
San Cristobal de las Casas: another Mexican corner San Cristobal de las Casas: another Mexican corner that has been receiving expats from all over the world - naive travelers who had arrived here with the intention of spending a couple of days, or maybe weeks, and and found themselves, years later, tied to this place, fully in love, hopelessly enamored with the magic of this land. This city witnessed all kinds of stories that could easily be transposed into Hollywood movies. Anybody who is recently divorced, is carrying their baby with them, is running away from home or from school can find in San Cristobal the perfect refuge to start a new life and discover a new vocation as a jeweler, yoga teacher, barman, touristic guide... anything. This is the place! But wait... San Cristobal is more than the bohemian center for modern nomads. First and foremost, it represents the stage where the American indigenous world rose its voice for the first time, striving to regain their lost rights after 500 years of opression. In the shadow of these events, the city becomes a national symbol. It surpasses the condition of a holiday postacard model and becomes a global meeting point with a country that still has many accounts to settle with its own past.
The things that can be heard and seen in Moravia n The things that can be heard and seen in Moravia neighborhood reveal a different side of Medellín, a face that does not freely disclose itself for the eyes of any tourist. It represents a part of Medellín impossible to be found in the mainstream touristic guides- a place that proves once more the unquenchable thirst of this city for moving forward and making things better. We are talking about a barrio errected on a former landfill, subsequently emplyed as a deposit for human dead bodies (during the narcotrafic's glorious times), before becoming an epicenter for fight and resilience. În 1990 the neighborhood was declared special intervention area. Fifteen years later, due to the soil instability and the emission of toxic gases generated by the former garbage storaged in its grounds, Moravia was declared calamity area. So this is Moravia's background: the seriousness of how cruel its situation was until recently; the starting point for the long way toward rehabilitation. Although there is no shortage of improvements to be made, Moravia is now overflowing with street art, it is visited by 3000 people anually and the gas emission has been reduced since the building of the biggest flower garden in the whole city. It represents a story about hope, community and fight agains history adversities. I heard all these during a hearbreaking tour organised by @realcitytours - one of the best guides team I have ever met.
I spent one day in one of the poorest neighborhood I spent one day in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Bucharest, paradoxically placed in the city’s richest district. I discovered a vivid and colorful place, marked by children’s never-failing joy. I listened to Nina’s life-changing stories, I vibrated of care and solidarity talking to the people there and I burst out laughing at each and every joke told by an interesting character: Andrei Chilu.12 The workshop was organised by the amazing team: @walknshoot_bucharest
Palomino was not only my favourite seaside village Palomino was not only my favourite seaside village in Colombia, but also the place from where I head towards meeting the Kogi tribe, a pre-colombian society who lives in the jungle of Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta. # With great strengh and stubbornness they have resisted the modernity and are still preserving their ancestors' customs and way of living, both of which are deeply connected to the nature. Kogis take care of their land and their community: these are instincts embodied in the depth of their genes. # But there was a particular story told by my guide that impressed me to tears. At the time I visited the Kogi tribe, alcoholism was about to become a real problem for the community. Given that they had no education regarding this matter and that the alcohol was such a new issue for all of them, some of the men were getting into enhaced intoxication states, falling asleep on the edge of the roads or in the middle of the jungle, in which cases, their women, as sad and helpless as they could be, were waiting for them to wake up even for as long as 12 hours. # The same "civilization" that indirectly introduced alcohol to this indigeous community stayed indifferent to the harmful effects such a drog could have on people who know nothing about it.
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