There is something about a little space in the middle of endless wilderness, a little space with walls made of wood, with a fire cracking in the fireplace, with an old-fashion kettle whistling on the stove, with crisp air and snowflakes beyond the window with a view off snowy peaks and horses, simple food, warm socks, and just you know... life.

Western Australia is truly indescribable because I've never yet experienced anything quite like it. I can only assume it's is like flying into the cosmos where emptiness isn't the state of containing nothing, but rather the state of containing everything, a pure beauty you don't quite understand yet. It's a mystery.

The glacier is immense, and it seems as though it's floating on the water, it's moving, and from time to time huge pieces of ice are falling into the water creating a sound similar to an exploding bomb.

I knew I already in love with Cerro Guido. What a place. And here it was, Torres Del Paine serving as backdrop to this spectacular ranch! It was amazing to see my favorite mountains while being in the middle of chaparral.

I will be forever gone with the wind of the mountains of Torres Del Paine. Forever. I am still in a trance. California seems so small now, so cramped (and I love California). But... Now I know, life is definitely somewhere above the mountains, where it breathes and cries, caught up in the beautiful violence of the weather.

When I landed at the end of the world (literally) or, to be more precise, in the southernmost city in the world, Ushuaia, I immediately felt like my soul was being pulled out of my body. Fresh icy wind filled my veins. I was captivated by the snowy mountains on the close horizon.

We had only one day at Grand Canyon, but it was enough to fell in love with the endless beauty of the world's edge. It was cloudy and rainy, but the true beauty of the canyon still shined. It felt good to be out there with my love of my life, holding hands, in silence, even though there were so many of other people around with cameras and loud voices. But I was blind and deaf to the real world. I was out there, seeing the beauty and listening to the wind.