Returning to my native lands (my birth roots)

My return to my birth roots in Vietnam

I decided to travel to Vietnam as gratifying and well deserved reward. This was amazing and unique opportunity for me, to be able to see my roots and long lost culture 22 years later. By seeing this country with my own eyes on I saw the true beauty and extravaganza of Vietnam.

Discovering the country allowed me to see the past and legacy of my culture, by its temples, statues,…

My journey started

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My adventure With kenyan people in Africa

Discover new culture in Africa

Back in 2001 when I traveled to Africa for the first time. It was in Kenya on holiday with my family. We wanted to explore new horizons. As far as I remember, the safari for me was one my best experience. Seeing all the beautiful landscapes and animals like rhinoceros, hippopotamus, elephants, roaming free in the wild.

After travelling through the savanna and bush sightseeing for animals, my next

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Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain!

Finding Neverland Meme summer netherlands

Dutch weather (rain) according to a South American, the struggle is real!

September 2012 I went to the Netherlands, the country I chose to do my Studies. Coming from Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, I wanted to go to a very different country than mine, and let me tell you, I think I could not have chosen a better country with this objective. It seems that Dutch and Brazilians are in opposite sides of the “cultural spectrum”. I decided to move there without ever having put

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TAXI troubles in Barcelona!

Hey Taxi!

During my internship in Barcelona, on a Saturday night:

We began the night in a little flat with students from all over the world (Brazilian, Italian, French, Polish…). The perfect way for me to begin the party: my friends, new people to meet, good music, good drinks. At 2 a.m. we decided to go to the club. We took a taxi. In mine, we are 7 (6 students and the driver). It was a short but a cool

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In love with the memories I make

Just some random days in Colombia.

For my graduate internship I moved to Bogotá, Colombia. My colleague asked me to come with him and ‘some other people’ from work to a small town in the mountains. A weekend to the ‘unknown’, with only Spanish speaking people (at that time my Spanish wasn’t that good).

Saturday 5:00: the alarm goes off. No idea where and what I’m going to do. I couldn’t even be afraid of the unknown

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