Casco Viejo, Panama, June 2024

The day of travel has come.

The bags are packed, the apartment unusually quiet, and that particular mix of anticipation and calm has settled in. In a short while I will head to the airport and let the journey begin.

First stop: Panama, just for a night. A pause, a threshold, a familiar in-between. Then onward to Peru, where I will spend a few days letting Lima reveal itself slowly, without expectations. After that, Uruguay awaits — Montevideo, the river that feels like an ocean, streets I have never walked before. Before returning, I will pass through Panama once more, this time for meetings, closing the circle before heading back.

I cannot wait.

Travelling has always felt like oxygen to me. Not escape, but alignment. A way of breathing more fully, of remembering who I am when routines loosen their grip. New cities sharpen my senses; unfamiliar streets quiet my thoughts. Exploration, in its simplest form, brings me back to myself.

So this is the moment to disconnect, at least a little. To put distance between schedules and alerts, and to focus on what makes me genuinely happy: moving, observing, learning, wandering.

I will write again from elsewhere.