HAUNTED BY SANTIAGO.

Guess what? I'm back in Santiago again. My cards have finally arrived after ages. I started to feel that I have built a love-hate relationship with Santiago which is very unfair towards the city. I loved it so much the first days I arrived and now I have mixed feelings about this place just because the time I spent here was 1/3 of the time I planned for my travels. Anyways, back from Rio and back to the flexibility I was yearning for since weeks, that is using the credit card again.

I feel excited but empty and somehow indifferent. A bit more than a month to go and then I'm supposed to be back. But only now I feel like I'm in this, I'm into traveling and I can't imagine to go back. I really can't. Obviously I miss home, my family and the faces of my beloved friends. But thinking about going home gives me anxiety just like the anxiety I felt right before I was about to leave Germany for 3 months; just the other way around.

I will be spending Christmas and New Years with the one and only Anne van de Ven, who is also traveling at the moment. I will be meeting her in Nicaragua, spending festive days at the beach which is something completely new for me and I feel really really excited about our reunion.

Afterwards, I wanted to go to Vietnam for 3 weeks which are the last weeks of my travels. But right now one way flights are 1500€ which is insane. So I'm kind of in suspense for now.


Anyways, I shall show you my last day and last impressions of Rio I guess. Save the best for last: After days of planning on going, I finally made it to the top of the Sugar Loaf mountain on my last day in Rio. It was so worth it, being on top of the hill with an incredible 360° view of Rio, the sunset and the Christ statue. Yep.