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A never-ending dream

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growing without growing up

I want you to hold me

every day and in my sleep


I want to wake up next to you

I want to tell you

about my day

about my plans

about my dreams


I want to write this chapter

with both our names in it

I want us


to create routines

to kiss each other’s tears

I want to be myself

I want you to be yourself

I want us to be us


every day and in my sleep

I want you to hold me 

growing without growing up

10 years of aNadventures

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Ten years ago, on August 31st in 2012, I created this blog and named it aNadventures. I think it was a Friday. I was about to leave for my study-abroad-adventure in Izmir, which started in September that same year. I was looking for an outlet to share my personal adventures of life in Turkey and of life in general. In my welcome post, I wrote the following:


“You will find all sorts of things here: funny anecdotes, strange things happening to me and my surroundings, my impressions of Turkey, Berlin, the world and much more. At least, that’s the plan. Let’s see how it turns out.”


It turns out, Im’ still blogging. Ten years later. Who would have thought? Certainly not me. I simply created this cozy virtual space and started filling it with experiences, impressions and musings. Post by post, week by week and year by year, aNadventures turned into what it is today: a virtual piece of my soul accessible to everyone who takes the time to read it.  

In my first post, I wrote about my first encounter with Turkish tea. Four hundred thirteen posts later, I find myself sharing a bitterly romantic poem in Spanish. In between, so much has happened, changed and evolved. I’ve celebrated previous milestones: the 2nd aNaversary, the 3rd aNaversary, the 5th aNaversary and the 8th aNaversary of this blog, for instance.   

I love flicking through these virtual pages. They remind me of past versions of myself. They make me smile or laugh or feel proud of my process. At the same time, they reflect who I am and who I might still be in the future. To celebrate, I’m putting together a selection of ten posts I’ve shared on aNadventures in the course of the past ten years. These are simply ten posts out of many that I currently vibe with:  


  1. Confessions of a heart of stone
  2. 25 things I learnt from living in Turkey
  3. Two kebabs to go
  4. Home is where my keys are
  5. Turkey: It was meant to be
  6. Mission completed
  7. When I write
  8. 15 lessons learnt on the Camino Portugués
  9. The One Where I acknowledge 2020
  10. Poetry


Here’s to aNadventures. Here’s to you, who’s reading me. Here’s to ten more days, months or years of blogging. Happy 10th aNaversary

How about YOU? What’s one recent milestone you’d like to celebrate? Feel free to share your ideas in the comment section. 


a la luz de la noche

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a la luz

de la vela…

¡qué romántica!

pero tus ojos



a la espera 

de la noche..

¡qué ilusa!

porque sus labios


Note: This poem is inspired by my wonderful friend, Danae, who texted me the first few lines upon seeing the picture. I found her words had some nice rhythm to them, so I decided to turn them into a poem. Below, you’ll find an English transcreation. 

Read more…


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An birliktirmek –

güzel sözdür.


Tane tane

anılar hayat olur.


An birliktirmek,

an saklamak,

hayattan saklamamak



Hayat yaşamak 


Bol bol. 


[ ~ Today, I felt like writing in Turkish. Below, you can find an English transcreation of this poem. ]




Collecting moments –

a beautiful expression.  

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My happiness tastes of sun rays after a long winter. It smells of jokes in the moonlight, sounds like hugs in the rain. It feels soft and I carefully take hold of it. I stretch out one hand at first, then the other one. I clap my hands because I’m so happy to feel this way… Oops! 

I wish I hadn’t clapped. I’ve dropped my happiness. I hold my breath. A tear finds its way from the corner of my eye to the tip of my nose. Drip drip drip. I breathe in, breathe out. Maybe I can still save my happiness? I bend down and pick up the pieces. One piece in particular catches my attention. It’s a big one. Like a mirror. The image becomes blurred from the mist of tears. It feels pleasant, somehow soft. Like my happiness. This could be a nice ending. If it weren’t the end. 

Another macchiato moment

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The emotional Everest

I keep climbing it

Has our story ended?

We meet every so often 

But our eyes don’t meet

The emotional Everest

I keep climbing it


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significa estar

con el recuerdo

de amarte, de contar




significa estar

con la confianza

de amarme, de sanar




My heart

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My heart is a stranger

I only just met. 

A friendly reminder

to make it out of bed.


My heart is a parcel

that waits to be picked up. 

A warm sip of coffee

served in a chipped cup.  


My heart is a triangle

lost in the Bermudas. 

It’s fluent in Turkish

and Spanish, sin dudas


My heart is the sun, Read more…

june verses

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verses in june

are in tune

with the universe


like a breeze 

greeting closed eyes

through an open window


they feel right

when nothing’s left

to say

Latimos macchiato

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Late en el pecho

Late a su ritmo

Late en la noche

Late al despertar


Late de frente

Late con fuerza

Late de paso

Late sin control


Late viajando

Late soñando

Late olvidando

Late macchiato


Late en turco

Late en español

Late en familia

Late al sol


Late poesías

Late labiales

Late verdades

Late ladrillos


Late a primera vista

Y espero que no mate

Late una última vez

Ese que tanto late