G.A

I'm writing this as I'm finishing up the final destinations on my American travel list. Every year, I spend most of my time moving through three continents, but the Americas—from north to south—have always held something different for me. They're where I go when life gets heavy, when I need lightness back. There's something about these places that warm my heart. So I'm calling this chapter of my life "Girasol Days". Because like sunflowers always turning toward the sun, I keep coming back here for the brightness. —Girasol is Spanish for sunflower