The life of a nomad > San Juan, Puerto Rico

And if you can imagine how it felt to walk these brightly colored streets. Hot, humid, the heavy kind of humidity that makes you feel warm and free and home. Every color stimulates your eyes and the smell of home-cooked food fills the streets. There's no official time when the music starts, it's always playing And if you can imagine, I entered every tropical colored door and danced to every song I heard. The streets of San Juan seemed like a dash of magic in my life, only it was just the normal I had been missing.... 

It's a new year. My favorite type of year. I haven't written here in a while and I must confess, I have no idea why. I've learned in my short life so far that life is full of seasons. An old text from the book of the Bible called Ecclesiastes, that I've always held dear to my heart says the famous "There is a time for mourning, a time for dancing....". I'd say this season of my life summed up in one word would be traveling! 

In the last 4 months, I've traveled to Puerto Rico, including a remote island off the mainland called Vieques, driven to every state that is between Florida and Wisconsin, spent time in Central Florida, West Florida, Florida Keys, and of course one of my favorite countries- Colombia. 

I've been on a sort of inspiration journey this winter. I decided this year to embrace winter and all the solitude that it offered, and use that time to pour back into myself as an artist. To dance, to travel, to eat well, and eat everything. To say I've come back from my travels inspired would be a complete understatement! I am so excited for what 2016 holds for me. All of my art this year will be inspired from my travels these past few months. and I can't wait to share!