I may tell you that I am a photographer, an architect by profession, a 3D artist, an avid story teller, but at heart, I am first and foremost, a simple traveller passing through life; a nomad, an adventurer wandering the world in search of understanding life and existence, trying to make sense out of it all. Thirsty for learning, I have spent a good part of the last 22 years of my life, dedicated to the art of traveling. Even though I may have been born in Argentina, and that is where my roots are, I am now clearly a citizen made of bits and pieces from thousands of other different places.
I have travelled in 88 countries and hundreds, if not thousands of cities, towns and villages. Each one of them has left something in me that in one way or another has contributed to shape the person I am today. This remains to be an on-going process as I continue to move around the world to keep learning, evolving, transforming myself, incorporating new aspects I learn along the way.
Through experience I have come to realise what some can only read in books and assume real, while others may choose to ignore altogether, which is that, in essence, no matter how different our cultures are and how far apart from one another we may seem to be at first sight, underneath we are all the same. We all seek the same basic needs. We all share the same instincts, we all laugh and cry, smile and glare, fall in and out of love. However, what is astonishing is to discover how essentially similar we all are at creating and reacting to any of these emotions. Ultimately, what we all seek is happiness.
I have used all means of transportation to get me around this world and all of them have offered me different insights on how it is. I have walked, trekked, ridden, driven, flown or hitchhiked. I have taken buses, trucks, trains, planes, rickshaws, motorbikes, ferries, boats, canoes, donkeys, horses, elephants and camels. But for the last 12 years I have chosen a bicycle as my personal favourite mode of independent transport.