The only thing that this little Caribbean island, not to be confused with the Dominican Republic, is known for is because the famous writer Jean Rhys once lived there.
Author: Veronica
I am a traveler above all things.
I have done many different things in my life, but the one thing I never stopped doing is traveling and looking for the music of places.
It may be rare for somebody who loves their home as much as I do to keep moving around like a nomad in an ancient desert.
My water and my oasis is any place where I can find a quiet garden, a beautiful deserted beach, a friendly stranger, a perfect view from my window.
After 20 years of roaming the Earth looking for-and finding-these things, I believe it is time to share my tales with the world, in the hope that some of you will relate to my stories, or perhaps drop in an say hi to some of the wonderful people I have met in my travels, in the course of your own journeys.
Japan, nuclear tsunamis and what is wrong with “progress”
Recently, Kenzaburo Oe wrote an article about how intrinsically disrespectful of the memory of the nuclear bomb’s victims it was for Japan to keep developing nuclear power
Madrid: Art, flamenco & beautiful gardens
Looking for a favorite painting at Prado Museum and falling in love with Madrid, the Retiro gardens, the nightlife and the flamenco spirit.
RAUL at Punta del Este Film Festival; cinema & pastoral bliss
When my friend Sergio, who was organizing the Fest told me that our preview was going to be shown at Fundacion Atchugarry, I didn’t think much of it. I had never heard of the place, though the prospect of it being en route to beautiful Jose Ignacio and in the middle of the country sounded very appealing.
IBIZA, a schizophrenic paradise
Whichever form of the paradise may fit your taste, the island of Ibiza, famous for its discos and pumping party scene, remains a paradise for all. An account of my trips and evolving perceptions of it from 1997 till today.
Las Toscas, Uruguay: Childhood memories and the smell of the summer
Sometimes, when you have been going to a place your whole life, you tend to take it for granted. There is a tiny beach spot on Uruguay´s Golden coast where I spent all of my childood summers.
Couchsurfing & filmmaking: In Finland with Tanja´s family
Meet the delightful Tanja and the family that hosted us during the shooting of our film in beautiful summertime Finland for a true Finnish experience.
Cordillera de los Andes (Poem written on a plane over the Andes, Nov. 2000)
A surprisingly political poem of looking at a mountain range. (En route to Cuba)
Livorno; when Random Renato took us to Pisa
The only reason that small, dull Livorno is even on the map is because it is the closest maritime access to both Florence and Pisa.
Berlin in the map of the imagination
My Berlin is a Wendersness. It is an existential black and whiteness where Bono and Lou Reed are singing a song on streetcorners and Nick Cave is crooning hypnotic tunes in some run-down basement