Free
Free in being, feeling and doing.
Today, Sunday, early in the morning in the middle of a rainy winter, I got naked in Santiago.
The city saw me vulnerable and freezing, but this time much more aware and mature than when I arrived, more than 3 years ago, when I decided to take on the world in a city with more opportunities than I had in my country. And although back then I wasn’t literally naked, that’s how it felt.
JULY 10, 2022
My first winter burned my hands, got into my bones, took away my desire for everything.
Back then Santiago saw me vulnerable, lost, but never cowardly. It saw courage in my eyes and the will to work, determined.
This Sunday I truly felt free. I felt the calm I needed in these anxious days. I was willing, ready and, without a doubt, in good company.
This time was special; I got a lovely surprise.
My wife, as always since we’ve been together, came with me. And although she hated waking up so early on a Sunday, doesn’t always go along with my crazy ideas, and thinks things over a thousand times before doing anything, she ended up posing next to me without being prepared, and that was surely thanks to Pralad’s lovely insistence, professionalism and charm.
I’m still surprised. Maybe it’s the first and last time this happens with her, but I definitely enjoyed it.
I told Pralad I didn’t care about getting wet, and although it didn’t rain as much as we’d expected, make no mistake, everything was freezing, but the experience was incredible.
Thank you both!
Thank you, Santiago!
Thank you, body and mind, for always being so restless and curious!