‘Intellect and love are made of different materials. Intellect ties people in knots and risks nothing, but love dissolves all tangles and risks everything. Intellect is always cautious and advises: “Beware too much ecstasy,” whereas love says, “Oh, never mind! Take the plunge!” Intellect does not easily break down, whereas love can effortlessly reduce itself to rubble. But treasures are hidden among ruins. A broken heart hides treasures.’
-“Shams of Tabriz’s 40 Rules of Love”
The first time I fell in love while traveling was in Nepal.
I went to Nepal alone, on a stroke of fate. There, I simultaneously fell in love and out-of-love. The experience was so powerful, I wrote a book about it. But what I found in Nepal wasn’t a romantic sort of love. It was an open-hearted love of the Nepali people, a love of the attitude which allowed them to enjoy the present, despite massive hurdles in their communal past and future.
I left Nepal a changed person.
I left my intellect in the high Himalaya. It’s come back, from time to regrettable time. But mostly, since leaving that special place, I’ve tried to live with my heart.
Which brings me to Chefchaouen, Morocco.
(English version here)
Cinco semanas han pasado aca in Chefchaouen.
Yo recuerdo cuando cinco semanas me parecian mucho tiempo.
Tu no creerias como rapido tiempo pasa en el camino.
Si tu eres un viajero, quizas entendieras.
One month has passed here in Chefchaouen.
I remember when a month felt like a long time.
You would not believe how quickly time elapses on the road.
If you are a traveler, perhaps you know.
(English version here)
Hola amigos, Voy a empezar escribiendo algunos posts en español por mejorar mi abilitad con la idioma. Español no es mi idioma primera, y probalamente los articulos no estaran con gramatica perfecta 😛 Pero, ojala la practica esté bueno para mi. Disfruta!
(I’m going to start writing the occasional post in Spanish. My Spanish isn’t great but I figure the practice will be helpful! Feel free to skip right over them if you don’t speak Spanish, and ridicule my grammar in the comments if you do).
La ciudad del Chefchaouen en el norte de Marruecos es famosa por los paredes azules. Pero, la ciudad tiene un calidad oculto — lo contiene muchos gatos. Ve los fotos abajo.