AngelaSimmons

I'm Angela



Giulia was born on a warm morning in a small town, nestled in the mountains of the northern region of Colombia. From her childhood, her life was marked by the natural and cultural richness that surrounded her. Her family had lived there for generations, and her father was a proud coffee farmer. Her mother, on the other hand, was a teacher at the local school, teaching not only traditional subjects, but also the history of her region and the love for her land.



La petite ville, avec ses maisons aux couleurs vives, ses rues pavées et ses places fleuries, était comme un tableau peint à la main. Les gens vivaient avec un sentiment de communauté et d’appartenance que l’on ne retrouve nulle part ailleurs. Tout le monde connaissait tout le monde, et les portes étaient toujours ouvertes aux voisins. La vie de Giulia était marquée par les fêtes locales, les processions religieuses, les carnavals pleins de musique et de danse, et les jours tranquilles sur la place du village, où les personnes âgées s’asseyaient et racontaient des histoires d’une époque révolue.

The small town, with its vibrantly colored houses, cobblestone streets and flower-adorned plazas, was like a hand-painted picture. The people lived with a sense of community and belonging not found elsewhere. Everyone knew everyone, and the doors were always open to neighbors. Giulia's life was marked by local festivals, religious processions, carnivals full of music and dance, and quiet days in the town square, where the elderly would sit and tell stories of times gone by.


Here, in the land of the Wayuu, an indigenous community known for their resilience and strong connection to the elements, Giulia found an inner peace she had never experienced before. She spent days meditating in the dunes, watching the wind sculpt new shapes in the sand, and entire nights under a starry sky that seemed to tell the stories of the universe.

After her time in the Amazon, Giulia was drawn to another extreme of Colombia: the Guajira desert in the northeast of the country. The arid landscape, with seemingly endless sand dunes and a vast sky touching the horizon, contrasted sharply with the lush jungles and mountains she had explored. It was in Guajira that Giulia experienced a kind of spiritual rebirth.

After her time in the Amazon, Giulia was drawn to another extreme of Colombia: the Guajira desert in the northeast of the country. The arid landscape, with seemingly endless sand dunes and a vast sky touching the horizon, contrasted sharply with the lush jungles and mountains she had explored. It was in Guajira that Giulia experienced a kind of spiritual rebirth.

The small town, with its vibrantly colored houses, cobblestone streets and flower-adorned plazas, was like a hand-painted picture. The people lived with a sense of community and belonging not found elsewhere. Everyone knew everyone, and the doors were always open to neighbors. Giulia's life was marked by local festivals, religious processions, carnivals full of music and dance, and quiet days in the town square, where the elderly would sit and tell stories of times gone by.