Every time I go outside, the world around me is filled with a special meaning. It’s like a small ritual that helps me feel alive, connected to the land and the city. Walking is not just a way to move from point A to point B, it’s an opportunity to be in the moment, to stop and feel how the landscapes change, how the light plays and how the wind wraps around me.

I live in Buenos Aires, and even if I walk the same streets thousands of times, I always find something new. At every turn there are narrow streets, colorful graffiti on the walls, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from small cafes where locals discuss politics or just share a laugh.

Walking in the parks is a special pleasure. We have places like Parque 3 de Febrero or Rocha, where you can walk for hours among the trees and watch the life of people around you. I often take a book with me on my walks, but I rarely manage to read more than a couple of pages, because it is so easy to get distracted: by something interesting, by someone’s conversations or by the painting of the sky that changes throughout the day.

For me, a walk is an opportunity to take a break from the hustle and bustle, to breathe deeply and clear my head. Sometimes I just listen to the silence or the sounds of the city, enjoying the moment. It also gives me a chance to be alone with myself and my thoughts.

Walking around Buenos Aires, I often meet people who also like to walk, and these small encounters always bring me joy. Some of the neighbors, some of the passers-by - each of us finds our own rhythm in this big and noisy city.

For me, walking is a part of my soul, a moment when I can be myself, feel every step and every breath. It's like a mini-vacation that I arrange for myself every day. If I had to choose one activity that I could always do, it would definitely be walking. After all, they give me freedom and a feeling that the world around me is alive and filled with miracles.