I wasn’t planning on starting another blog. I already have one about music in which I rant about bands nobody really cares about and I also write for a quite cool culture blog. However, when talking about my trip to Moldova, a friend told me I should write about it.
If it was the standard weekend in Paris I wouldn’t even consider it, to be honest. However, Moldova is a rather unusual destination, so it may actually be interesting to give it a go. I don’t even know if I’ll keep it or delete it after two days, but who knows. If I do keep it, I probably won’t really write very often, because I’ll only write about trips which are not that common and common trips that go uncommon. I think it will be a bit of a travelling diary, with the things I see, the impression I get from them and whatever stories happen to me and my travelling companions (if they let me write about them). This doesn't mean it's going to be full of crazy stories, non-stop action and touching drama. You probably won't find a lot of those. Actually this is rather a blog for my friends, who have asked me quite a lot about this trip, although feel free to read as much as you want.
There’s one last thing you should keep in mind. I’ll probably write about the way I see the things I’ve had the chance to experience in my trips. Please remember that I come from Spain, I have always had an easy life and, perhaps Moldova aside, I have never been out of my comfortable rich kid bubble. I do not want to offend anyone with my point of view, which is after all an opinion and not a fact. I'm aware that if I use the word "poor" for Moldova, it's because I have always travelled in rich countries, and perhaps if I had been to, let's say, third world countries, my opinion would be different. Basically, it's a matter of perspective. Please do excuse my mistakes as well, since I’m not a native English speaker.
I think that’s more or less all. I hope you enjoy these new rants of mine! Let me finish this post with some wise words Bilbo Baggins sang when he left his home early on in the Fellowship of the Ring book.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it noins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
|My father took this photo in Ireland ten years ago. What a beautiful place!|