Muszyna, Poland, May 2024

It’s Easter time, and I’m spending it in Caracas. The city has taken on a slower, quieter rhythm, as most people have left to spend the long holiday with their families. Some have headed to the coast, others to the countryside—five days off is not a small thing here, and Venezuelans certainly know how to make the most of it. For me, staying behind in the city has its own charm. The streets are calmer, the air feels a bit lighter, and there’s a rare kind of peace in the usually buzzing corners of Chacao.

Even though I’m not spending Easter with my family this year, I find myself in a state of anticipation. In just over a week, I’ll be heading to Europe—starting with Lisbon, and then on to Krakow. I’m counting the days. From Krakow, I’ll travel to Nowy Sącz to spend time with my Mum. It’s been too long since we last had an extended stretch of time together, and I’m really looking forward to slowing down with her, enjoying our routines, sharing meals, and catching up in the way that only happens when you’re physically close.

But this trip is also about adventure. After Poland, Mum and I will fly to Malta for a few days. Neither of us knows the island well, so we’ll be discovering it together. Valletta, Mdina, seaside walks, fresh food, the layered history of the place—all of it sounds perfect. And from there, we move on to the part of the journey that I’ve dreamed about for years: Uzbekistan.

Tashkent, Samarkand, Bukhara, and if we can manage it, Khiva. I’ve long been fascinated by the Silk Road, and to finally visit these cities of blue-tiled mosques, ancient madrasas, and sun-drenched squares is a real gift. We also hope to take a day trip from Tashkent to Shymkent in Kazakhstan—a chance to briefly cross into another country and experience something new. It will be quite the journey, but what makes it even more meaningful is that I’ll be doing it with my Mum.

And there’s a chance our little circle may grow. If things align, my Venezuelan friend who now lives in Madrid may be able to join us in Krakow for a few days. It depends on his work schedule, but we’re hopeful. Just the thought of bringing together people I love, across borders and chapters of life, fills me with quiet joy.

Caracas, meanwhile, continues to be its contradictory self. As I mentioned in my recent note to friends, work remains intense. The humanitarian space is under pressure, and the world doesn’t seem to be easing up. But I am trying to stay present and grounded. The jasmine is blooming, the sunsets are golden, and there are still small, beautiful things to hold onto.

This Easter, I’m grateful for what is coming, for what I carry, and for the simple gift of being able to look forward.