This blog was created to be a space to share with family, friends and anonymous what I call the “carols little dreams.”
I started writing about the Camino de Santiago, because I had promised to me and many other people, that I would not let what I lived – and still live from this great experience – get lost with me in my memories (there is still a lot to post about it). However, this space is not only about the Way. It goes beyond.
Before Camino and after it, I was/am a person moved to dreams, big and small, which I have had the good fortune to make them come true one by one, at my rhythm. Performing the 820km of the Camino de Santiago considering those conditions, it was rather a big dream that came true. <3
At the same time of these small / big dreams, I am also moved, I would say, for small / big actions that make me feel thankful every day by the grace of being alive. It’s what makes my heart beats faster in everyday life. What makes me feel alive and living … So I will today inaugurate the category of “everyday life” here on the blog.
Related to travel, but not limited to that, sending and receiving postcards have become a constant in my life, especially after I had moved for Federal District. It was an affectionate way that I and some friends (who also live in other states) find to keep us present in each other lives. Today, almost two years later, I have a collection of postcards of the most beautiful. <3
Whenever I travel, I reserve a time on the day’s schedule to sit quietly in a coffee shop and, accompanied by my address book, write each of the postcards with a particular message, then, as if in a ritual, glu each stamp (purchased in shops of souvernirs or tobacconists), carefully adjusted to the designated space (yes, I am this kind of person rs.). Finally, after have finished of this job, I walk, as if I would carry a treasure, looking for some post office around the city, and one by one, let the cards go.
After have sent the post cards, I delicious myself expecting the messages from the friends, family and boyfriend transmiting the reaction of surprise for have recieved such a beautiful mementos. It is as if the trip that a few days ago had come to the end, it would take some days long, but this time in the hands of those people.
To my surprise, sometimes I am not the only who send postcards. I recieve them. Can I say!? So much joy in this simple act! : D
I really want to perpetuate this habit. They are the most valuable memories and do not take up much space, but bring excessive happiness and affection.