domingo, 20 de febrero de 2011

review: queulat national park, chilean patagonia.


About a month ago, I was posting a video online talking about what to do this summer. I started scanning my options, and I decided to visit the chilean patagonia. What I mostly intended to do was to unplug myself from the fast lane city life and be connected with nature. A series of events happened, and I ended entering to a wormhole, glamping at Queulat National Park.
Located in the region of Aysén, south of Chile, the park itself is a non explored area with different natural attractions such as: lakes, rivers, huge forests and a hanging glacier.
I was on the way to the park and I didn't really knew what I was going to find there. I heard it was one of the hot spots of the region but, honestly, it's hard to describe it. Maybe because more than a beautiful forest, it's a place were you can really be connected with nature. The road to the park anticipates what you are going to find there, it seemed like the car was opening the path through this humid jungle as we were getting near and near. Rainbows and birds singing are everyday spectacles.
I think that the experience of traveling is very therapeutic, but not just in a sick way of seeing things. It's true that sometimes we need to rehab from some vicious habits, but for me, the experience of being inserted for 4 days in a place where there was hardly a human footstep is not only detoxing but an energetic shot right into your quantic field. At the end, that's what happened to me. Hope everybody finds some place as inspiring and vibrating as this. If not, visit this park. Love to all,
C.

domingo, 13 de febrero de 2011

domingo

Hoy quiero empezar a escribir algo nuevo. Que este limpio de cualquier carga. De cualquier cuento anterior, donde no exista ninguna bruja aferrada aus hechizos ni cualquier ser durmiente esperando despertar. No busco poner el punto en un final feliz porque lo importante es que es el final y no su calificación. Lo interesante es que comienza un nuevo capítulo y está limpio.
Así, marqué con un logo el nuevo principio de mi libreta mientras fluyo por las infinitas páginas en blanco.
Estoy sentado en la terraza de madera de una casa, escuchando el sonido permanente de las pequeñas olas en la orilla del lago. Si levanto la vista veo el agua, a un niño jugando a ser niño y a una mujer flotando. Estoy tranquilo.
No sé qué pasó con la lluvia y los temblores de ayer. No puedo pensar en lo que va a pasar mañana. Sólo sé que hoy es un día de autoservicio porque las nanas salieron a pasear. Supe que hoy es domingo.