Peru, 15 zile de rai pe pământ

Peru,
15 days of heaven on Earth.

Today we say goodbye.

Just a few hours left in Lima before our long road home starts, Lima to Paris, București and finally, Timișoara. My heart feels heavy and full at once.

These 15 days in Peru have been more than a trip. They’ve been a remembering.

We walked among gods and ghosts in Machu Picchu. We climbed to 5,036 meters and touched the sky on Rainbow Mountain. We shared rituals with the earth in Maras, and laughter with sea lions on Ballestas. We breathed in jungle silence, floated on Lake Titicaca, swam in sacred waters.
We fed llamas, followed hummingbirds, climbed trees, and talked to monkeys. We tasted fire, salt, and love in every meal.

But the most precious moments weren’t always in the grand scenes, they lived in the in-betweens. In the group we were part of, a perfectly imperfect match of souls.

We found echoes of our own lives in one another, shared losses, shared beginnings. Love stories were written. Others remembered. Broken hearts gently shared. There was something village-like in the way we moved. Present, gentle, protective.

And in this small, tender village, the children, Rania and Patrick, were never just along for the ride. They were seen. They were held. They were carried up steep trails, encouraged through the long paths, fed before they asked, and cheered on at every turn. Their joy was our shared fuel. Their laughter became the soundtrack of the journey. They reminded us how to live fully, and we reminded them they were safe.

Peru gave us color, wildness, depth, and reminded me that joy is not something you find, but something you carry, and sometimes, a place like this helps you remember how.

A heartfelt thank you to the organizers who made all of this possible, your care, structure, flexibility, and heart created the space for everything else to bloom. You gave us more than a trip. You gave us a memory that will live in each of us, differently but deeply.

And now I wonder, when was the last time you felt completely alive in a place?

The kind of alive that stays with you long after the suitcase is unpacked?

Tell me. I’d love to hear it. Maybe we can keep this magic going, together.