Always is time to bloom
Traveling is like opening windows in your soul dejar que el viento te transforme y florecer por dentro, como un campo de tulipanes bajo el sol holandés, donde cada brisa susurra nuevos comienzos.
The Netherlands is a country that blooms differently every single day. Perhaps it’s because of its landscapes, which seem calmly painted: canals full of life and tulip fields that, like colorful brushstrokes, fill the horizon. It also blooms through its cities, with light bicycles passing by and colorful houses filled with hundreds of windows. I would stop to look at them, imagining that every pane held a different story: an opportunity, a dream, an adventure waiting to be told.
Towanda pedaled along cobblestone streets while the windmills spun tirelessly to the rhythm of the breeze, reminding me that life, like their blades, never stops moving: sometimes slow, sometimes fast, but always in tune with its own music. Every corner offered something new and, in the middle of it all, I found myself again, as if I too were being reborn with each step.
There I understood that traveling means learning to open windows within oneself, allowing the wind to lift your wings and rediscovering the beauty in simplicity.
Because life, just like the Netherlands, reminds us that it is always time to bloom.
