Tinder, Vino Tinto y Taxi? No, Gracias.

Una semana lúcida en Buenos Aires.

Pic by Julian Emde

Buenos Aires, Argentina.

A stranger takes a picture of me. I don’t even notice. (this one)

Hypnotized by life’s marvels. (nothing special)

I am alone, but far from feeling lonely. (hmmm)

How did I get here and why am I in love with this moment? (let’s cruise)

Florianópolis, Brazil.

Burned out, but wayyy too motivated and prideful to admit and address it.

1 year of non-stop working, around the clock, not a day, not an hour of rest.
(If you feel ashamed of resting it doesn’t count)

I am breast-feeding my business and my business is spitting all of it.

Fooled by the half-glass-full. (the glass is actually broken)

Preface.

Establishing Rosemary Dream as foreigners, we were over-staying in Brazil and needed to fly to Buenos Aires to finalize our permanent visas.

Thanks god. We had to go travelling.. hehe what a blessing= the only type of ‘work holiday’ that could break the draining routine.

During this year of establishment I think I could count on one hand the times I…