Those bitter moments that have become the daily life of Venezuelans. For me, one of the worst experiences I've had to live, leave my home, my family, all those loved ones that made my days more beautiful.
from the moment I said goodbye to everyone
until that moment where I sat in that chair to wait for the flight to leave
When that plane took off I felt that life was running out, that I was leaving everything absolutely EVERYTHING I had. my trip trip had approximately 5 stops, and yes, it is worth noting that I had never traveled alone by plane, which only increased my fear.
My travel log started at the national airport of Maiquetia, I stopped in Barcelona, which was where I went to the international airport, there I was like 8 hours, then depart for Manaus, Manaos had to stop in Sao Paolo, then Foz do Iguazu , to be able to reach my final destination that was Buenos Aires
All this has been quite strong, a very radical change, but it is a new beginning, a new opportunity to make things better, and to be able to do all those things that my country at this moment does not allow me to do.
