It is said, back there where I'm from, that when you travel your soul is left behind because your body is going too fast for it to be caught. But I always think that this situation can only be true when you don't use your body to move, like in cars, planes, ships or trains. But it is not the case when walking or riding bikes because you feel your soul when doing so.
Like those early morning short trips I used to do to El Cajón del Maipo from Ñuñoa, around two hours with the sun rising, and the fresh air. That air that used to cure people with tuberculosis back on its time. And the soothing sound of the furious river traveling with me. That's when I could feel my soul the most, it was not left behind, it was there, majestic and full.
How I miss the movement of the trees with the strong spring winds, the burning sun and the clouds that covered it sometimes, and gave me some rest from skin cancer.
I don't care about my soul being left behind once in a while when I can travel to visit my joy back there where I'm from. I have two small joys, three big joys, and a medium joy, besides all the warming joys that also enjoy me. It's heartwarming to think that I'm this same joy to all my own joys. Joys, does that word even exist? It sounds wrong after saying it so much.
Anyway, my soul may have to catch me up a couple days later, but it is worth it if it's about that place and the burning sun and the earthquakes and the joys of my heart.