The joy of travel

Hi! And welcome to my third blog in which I would like to talk about how I enjoy traveling around the world! My passion for travel is akin to an insatiable thirst for adventure and knowledge, a relentless quest to experience the myriad cultures, landscapes, and stories that adorn our planet.

Travel, for me, is the ultimate education and experience. Each destination is a classroom, and every journey, a lesson in history, geography, sociology, and the art of living.

Travel has taught me the value of connection—not just with the places I visit but with the people I meet along the way. Sharing a meal with a local family, exchanging stories with fellow travelers, or simply observing the daily lives of people in different corners of the world. I find it amazing learning the different backgrounds and lifestyles that we can all have around the world.

My love for travel is a journey with no final destination, only an endless path of exploration, learning, and growth.

Allow me to recount some of the transformative experiences that have left an indelible mark on my soul:

1. March of The Living
   

One of the most enriching experiences that changed my life forever was the school trip called “March of The Living '' in April 2018. I visited Poland and Israel. This is a three-week trip in which we went to Poland to remember the Shoah, the assesination of 6 million Jewish people during the Second World War. After that, we went to Israel to celebrate the Iom Haatzmaut, independence day.

In Poland I visited the extermination camps and the pits where a lot of Jewish, black people, homosexual and gypsies were killed. The most valuable lesson I learned from this insightful trip was that we must keep memory alive. Essentially, the preservation of memory is the key element not only for Jewish people but also for humanity. It is an awful sorrow that many people still deny the Holocaust. Therefore, I feel humanity has the duty of keeping memory alive in order to prevent those inhumane deeds from happening again. Finally, The March of the Living was a turning point in my life in the sense that it allowed me to gain insights into the ordeal that many innocent minorities endured.

As I walked along the same place where my great grandfather had walked many years ago, goosebumps invaded every part of my body. It was exactly 78 years since my great grandfather had left the trauma and terror. And there I was, standing on the train railways in Auschwitz Birkenau, Poland. During this experience, I marched for the lives of those that fought but did not make it, for the lives of the 6 million men, women and children whose lives were gone, and also for those who made it, for those who were strong and persistent and managed to survive the inhumane conditions. Among those survivors was my great grandfather, the man who will never know how much pride I continue to feel for him today, the man who will never know how his endurance is an inspiration for my own. One of the phrases which was my great grandfather’s motto was, “In spite of everything, live!”. These words of wisdom have become my life motto. It has not been one more trip. It has been a journey into maturity.

2. London with Tarbut

This was my first experience traveling without my parents. I was in freshman year of highschool in Argentina, and joined with a group of students and two teachers we traveled to London to

immersed ourselves in a collegiate campus experience. It was a beautiful combination of learning in a foreign country, having fun with friends, and getting to know new people.

3. Cancun

I really love spending time with my family!. Part of my family moved from Argentina to Cancun thirteen years ago.Beyond its sun-kissed beaches and azure waters, Cancun holds a special place in my heart as a sanctuary of family bonds and cherished memories. Each visit is a cherished opportunity to reconnect, unwind, and revel in the warmth of familial love. From leisurely strolls along the shoreline to heartfelt conversations on balcony overlooks, Cancun embodies the essence of familial belonging and kinship—a testament to the enduring power of love and shared experiences.

In essence, my love for travel transcends mere wanderlust; it's a lifelong odyssey of discovery, growth, and gratitude for the tapestry of humanity that unites us all.