My Story
Before I learned to travel, I learned to observe.
As a child, I could spend hours following the trail of an ant or waiting for a frog to appear among the plants. I drew them in handmade notebooks and invented stories about them. I didn’t know then that this curiosity would, many years later, become a way of life.
My story as a storyteller began in Argentine Patagonia, among mountains, steppes, and lakes that seem to stretch on forever. There, I discovered the power of places that still carry the gift of the wild.
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Then came Australia.
I lived at a flying fox sanctuary and, for the first time, adventure stopped being something I imagined from afar. It was right there: in nature, in the animals, on unfamiliar paths, and in everything I could learn whenever I stepped beyond what I knew.
From then on, I kept moving.
Other countries. Other landscapes. Other ways of living. Jungles, coastlines, mountains, villages, and trails. Every place taught me something different, and every journey left me with new questions. Because travelling, to me, was never simply about reaching a destination. It was about learning how to see.
Over time, I understood that the best stories are not always found where you expect them. Sometimes they are hidden in an extraordinary landscape. Other times, in a person who has spent years protecting a place, in an animal returning to its territory, on a trail few people know, or in a conversation that begins without knowing where it will lead.
Today, I still do what that little girl did with her notebooks: observe, discover, and tell stories.
Only now, the notebooks have become trails, cameras, words, and projects.
Because I still want to know what lies beyond the next horizon.
And because every wild place has a story waiting to be discovered.