Blog de Rodrigo Ocampo

It seems like a contradiction, but traveling and living abroad is not all fun and games, it becomes sort of a curse. A curse that comes with the knowledge gained.  A long time ago a good friend of mine described a similar situation with a silly but easy to grasp hamburger vs. salad comparison, he said : “Imagine all your life you have only eaten salad, you freaking love salad, but you don’t even know such a thing as a hamburger may even exist… Now imagine one day someone gives you a hamburger, you may like it more than salad, or less, but now you know something more about that salad and perhaps you will never eat only salad again after that… And for me it would be really sad to not have ever eaten a hamburger in the first place, since everyone knows hamburgers are better than salads anyway!” Well, for me that is a very similar situation to traveling and living abroad. You can’t actually know what your country and culture (or anything) are all about unless you have seen it...

Esto fue un email que escribí al finalizar mi primer largo día en Istanbul y la causa por la cual voy a tratar de seguir escribiendo, está muy poco editado para conservar la emoción del momento. Lo escribí en el computador de Ozan asi que disculpen los caracteres extraños. ISTANBUL Que cuıdad tan bacana!!, me encanta, es muy mövıda y toda una metropolıs, hay de tödö lö que ünö quıera.  Loş turcöş şon demaşıadö querıdöş y şüper şüper buenöş amığöş yö vıne cön treş de la unıversıdad, aunque el que me ınvıto y ha estado conmıgo sıempre se llama Ozan, es mı vecınö y nos hemoş hecho buenos amıgos. Me han llevado de gancho a todaş parteş, la ğente con la que uno se famılıarıza es carığnoşa y amable y me tratan exçelente aunque muchas veces hablan entre ellos y me qüedo embaladö (elloş dıcen ''çömö un franceş'') perö nö ımpörta mas bıen me entretenğö penşandö cömö un explöorador de natıönal geögraphıc o un ıngles estudıando a alğuna trıbü qüıen sabe donde (yö...