Living a nomadic life leaves a lasting mark. Even as I
settle down, my mind often drifts to the freedom of
the open road. That lifestyle fosters a deep love for
cultures, landscapes, and the spontaneity of travel,
building resilience and a sense of adventure. While I
may be grounded now, the lessons and memories
from those days still inspire me. Exploring locally or
trying new things helps keep the spirit of travel alive
in my current life.

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Omar Ruiz-Díaz

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Scott is beautiful

The bike path

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This photo, taken somewhere in Spain, shows my long bike, La Ponderosa (bike and trailers), resting on an overpass. Below, a dirt road winds alongside train tracks, framed by a peaceful rural landscape and distant mountains.

Southward Song


The trees stand naked, dark and still,

Bare bones against the rising chill.

In my small village, twilight falls,

As winter whispers through its halls.




Along the path, a lone train glows,

Its light a beacon as it goes,

Curving slow through fields and trees,

Marking the land soon held by freeze.


Above, the sky is alive with wings—

Canada geese, in sweeping strings.

Calling, circling, they heed the call,

Bound for the south as coldness falls.





They’ll cross the plains, the rivers wide,

Past Mexico’s warm, inviting tide.

Some will press on past Panama’s shore,

To Andes peaks and deserts’ core.


I watch them fade, a drifting band,

While winter settles on this land.

The snow will come and quietly stay,

Until they turn and trace their way.