Inspiration. My story: Life inspires me. In different ways. Whatever my interests and therefor job was taking me never yet upset me, I try to be open for new things. Needless to say that you see the signs and free to follow them when you are in a search. Several years ago I found myself to be in love with Spanish, after randomly picking up Spain for the job break vacation. Last summer in new opened artsy place "FaQ Cafe" in Moscow I saw the advertisement on the writing class for travelogue. (I successfully follow both of these new to me passions as I just graduated intermediate class of Spanish in Instituto de Cervantes and having travelblog with returning page visitors)
Travel inspirations. What inspires me people the most? Self-realization on what they are doing. And travel. Traveling, exploring, wandering, talking to new people - the most exciting thing people are given in this life.I remember countless hours on hike, beach, tours and road tripping when I really had chance to think, compare,justify, resolve, prove friendship, relationship, understand your own being.Every travel I ever made inspired me, taught me, changed me. It was different, taken without consideration of (a?) the change ( I may be speaking now about time in California or later New York, which put me on completely different stage of life or later influence of Paris or Andalusia....).
Che. I don't know much about Latin America history. I don't remember if I ever taken it in school back in days. But I did take' em in language classes. For the past century, this person played a huge part of people mentality, actions and history. Well, the only thing I knew before is practically that some reason I associate his profile picture with my crazy communist cousin back there in my home town and that his true name is not Che, as it is only what Argentinians use as "dude". Also, there was a commercial of recent movie Che (2008) which I only imagined as revolution, blood and death and refused to watch.
The motorcycle diaries. Inspirational movie on the travel lead him to be what he is. Being complete honest I am in love with Gabrial Garcia Bernal, as most of you, my friends, know, especially when he is directed by Pedro Almadovar or Julio Medem. This is a second movie I ever write in this blog - with him, so besides his mexican latin origin and beautiful reflection of every role he is taking, I have a greatest respect on how he picks up the movies, or the other way around. As for it, I chose this in Netflix ( I am also very inspired to watch foreign and independant, non-budget one part of Netflix, in order to keep myself still European.Hahaha. Current observation strongly indicates that americans sort of disregard this part of the Netflix source) because of Bernal and Spanish production, not because of Che Guevara. Politically, born in USSR, facing the beautiful truth of not having gum or coca cola, or ordering by mail the shampoo from Poland (could not bear anything but tearless apricot shampoo, hell don't remember the name still) I can't support any communism moves.
So, Che, descendant from the rich family is deciding to make a journey through out of South America, to explore, dream, discover? With no money, despite of the loving girl with mate from the same college. The map of the trip is
Buenos-Aires - Patagonia- South Chile-Val Paraiso-Cuzco-Machu Pichu-San Pablo-Caracas
Some past experience... Some new inspirations.
Patagonia. True spiritual Argentina rather than Buenos Aires? Like Andalusia for Spain rather Barcelona? Breathtaking views, outstanding culture and unforgettable destination. Making agreements on South America travels with our hike mates from Argentina we already considered that traveling to Argentina it is a sin if not to go down there to South.
Val Paraiso. Chile. Once, reading the Conde nast traveler like some airline's magazine I read about Val Paraiso before.onsidering the logical idea of what the airline is publishing for their board entertainment magazines it must have been destination of some airline. I was looking through the pictures and, thought, how stupid I must be to know nothing of Chile but Santiago. There are always hidden spots, less known but more attractive for returning traveler. Like South of France rather than Paris. Like Andalusia rather than Barcelona. Like Val Paraiso rather than Santiago. Gourgeus skyline and port, sea food restaurants and salty breeze.
Seeing the recent memories' views, andean motives with hats and brades, ladies selling the crafts and travelers' reflections of the conversation... The way to open up completely, extremely new culture...
Machu picchu. They skipped sleeping in the rainforest part and Dead Woman pass though. But the idea of what it takes to see the ruins of the hidden civilization of the last free people on the continent. The spiritual connection to the place that seemed to be long ago in your memories.The broad imagination takes over your mind when you silently stroll between those walls overlooking the mountain river and the range of Old, New and baby mountain, expressing as on Dali's paining the giant face of a (the) dead. Touching the rock magically heating your palm, even if it is what you tend to believe, feeling the most artsy ideas as of you being the one who is chosen in this world to express, reflect, share, bring to the rest of the world.
P.S. Searching through some pictures on a web for the post "5 movies which inspired me to travel", I found an article by one of the most popular travel blogger who I respectfully follow and admire writing of (book, blog and bootsall fares) about the movies which in most inspired him for travel. And found myself completely with the same ideas. Alone in Kyoto is the music I work with. Spanish apartment is what I partly experienced. May be updating the season I have to add "Eat, pray, love", of course. This movie got me inspired as well: to travel, to reflect this world in more writing, and to learn.