Panama, City, Lima & Montevideo: Here I come!

Life sometimes brings unexpected surprises.

After weeks of closed skies and constant adjustments, things have begun to open again in Caracas. A few international lines have quietly resumed their services, and with the calendar offering a rare moment of breathing space, the decision came almost naturally. I am going on holiday.

It feels strange to say it out loud. Even stranger to need it this much.

In the coming days I will first pass through Panama City, a place that for me is never just a transit point but a collection of faces, conversations, shared meals and unfinished stories. I hope to catch up with friends there, to sit somewhere familiar, to let time slow down for a moment before the journey continues.

From there I will head south, towards two cities I have never known before: Lima and Montevideo.

Lima, resting between desert and ocean, carries the weight of centuries in its stones. I imagine walking through Barranco at dusk, tracing the edges of Miraflores above the Pacific, tasting something simple and local in a market whose rhythm I do not yet understand. I want to stand on the Malecón and watch the sea stretch endlessly north and south, as if the continent itself were breathing.

Montevideo feels quieter in my imagination, more inward. A city of worn cafés, long rambla walks, bookshops and river light. I look forward to wandering Ciudad Vieja, to the hush of museums, to the slow curve of the Río de la Plata where the water pretends to be an ocean. Perhaps I will take a bus and leave the capital for a day, just to see what lives beyond the map’s main lines.

This is not the kind of journey built around checklists. It is a pause. A space between responsibilities. A chance to let unfamiliar streets speak before returning to what waits.

I so much look forward to the break.

As always, I will keep you posted.