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Jesse Mojica
I am a girl with a lot of dreams and a lot of love to go along with them. I currently am living and studying in Barcelona, Spain till late April and then am backpacking for three weeks around Western Europe. I'm learning to become the person I want to be. Some days that means growing through the pain, the laughter, and the simple moments...but it always means I'm growing. I've learned how to love, how to forgive, and how to pick and choose who are the most important people in my life. I love because that is what I was sent here to do. There is no control over my heart and I have found time and time again that in the war between my head and my heart, my heart always comes out on top. So I love unconditionally, truthfully, and with enough strength to pull me through it all.JMOJICA
"It is when you feel the most lost that suddenly, you realize you have found yourself." - me
"Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong." - Mahatma Ghandi
"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.
"Do you ever put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like. Everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but you just keep going."
Travel Blog Posts
January 31st 2007
there is a silent hum throughout the library, a few pages turning echo through the air, the occasional children's laugh. there is a calmness of ways here, relaxation from the outside world of bustling traffic and people running home with fresh baked breads hot in their hands, ready to serve for dinner in a matter of hours. you could slice the clouds outside the window with a knife they are so thick, blue patches searing through where air pockets have popped. but there is no rain in those clouds, they are only thick with smog and water that will fall over a world far away. i never thought i would miss it. but i long for the cleansing smell after a warm heavy rain. the soft air kissing my nose with a peaceful declaration of ... read more
January 31st 2007
it is a silent journey of the heart. connected but detached from a world that surrounds you by noise, shadowing your thoughts with distractions. a journey that started long before you ever met them, before you ever met what your heart could feel...and now you find yourself holding hands and sharing kisses. sharing personal conquests with each other...you find your relief in their arms after a long night at work, a shoulder to cry into, or the phone call you look forward to every day. but still the silent journey continues. no one can find this place but you, not even them, no one can lead you...only guard you from falling off the edge. a walk of peace, a pilgrimage in search of your soul...in search of your center....is it on the winds of infinity? is ... read more
January 26th 2007
If you closed your eyes you could almost hear the faint echo of footsteps along 9000-year-old stonewalls. The scent of orange oil permeated the air floating delicately from the fruits hanging off the trees. It was a meandering stroll, passing ancient graves, lush greens, and places where spots were worn on the floor from prayer long ago. It held a ghost like quality, carrying a soft chill on your shoulder even though the January air was reaching the last of its warmer days. As we reached the outside edges where Benedictine monks had once meditated beneath lumbering trees that grew from deep beneath the soft bed of pine needles, I found peaceful silence fill my ears. This is what I had come for. It was without smog or bustling cars and people. Only pure blue sky ... read more
thoughts on eating meat...the truth comes out
Published: January 22nd 2007Europe » Spain » Catalonia » BarcelonaJanuary 22nd 2007
I woke up covered in sweat, my sheets drenched and my hair plastered around my face. The window had been wide open the entire night, a stifling humid breeze passing through every once in a while, my skin ran rampant with fire. Two in the morning, I rolled out my yoga mat in the space that it fit corner to corner and began to move through poses, hoping they would calm whatever was disgracing my sleep. My skin cooled and I stripped my clothes back off and prayed for slumber to come. Three hours later after I found my dreams, the alarm went off. Eating meat was a regular part of my life for a long time. Slowly, I had begun to cut out all red, and by last summer, almost by pure accident, I became ... read more
January 22nd 2007
At request, I am writing in as much detail possible about life so far in Barcelona. Although, I do not think I will be very successful due to the fact that my writing lies artistically bound in my blood and writing in realistic terms isn’t so invigorating for me. So I believe this note will be short…and most likely you will get more from the "impressionist writing" (as it has been so kindly called) I’ve been spouting out lately…. ☺ Since arriving in Barcelona I have enjoyed the rollercoaster so far. My family is a couple in their late 30’s. We live in a small but homey apartment. Their names are Judith and Roger. I gave up being a vegetarian over here…and have been paying dearly for it…but I have been lucky enough to find sanctuary ... read more
January 19th 2007
Winds At My Feet The taste of salty swat dripped onto my lips as I stared back at the wall, my body folding into camel, chest screaming out deep emotions from my soul. The thump of blood pulsing into my brain echoed rhythms on my eardrums, as I felt the air fill and leave my expanded lungs. I came back up to my knees, my head swimming with curiosity, straining to come back in sync with my heart. However, as always, my heart poetically chants in one direction, while my mind pulls another, and soon enough realizes that it is better off to follow the tempo of the hub of my body ***** Wandering aimlessly: taking photos, buying cds from starving artists off the streets, lying in the warm January sun on Barconleta´s sands; I have ... read more
January 16th 2007
Finding happiness. Searching for inner peace, beneath the waves of the rippling bright blue waters. The sun played tricks with our eyes as it grew as big as the sky, kissing the horizon of the Mediteranean. The surf teased the edge of the cliff where we sat and the wind pulled the hair away from my face as my mind settled into a silent meditation. A few hours before we sat watching the endless waters teasing us from inbetween old buildings as the train pulled us full speed ahead. The five of us wound our way through the narrow cobble stone streets of the quiet beach town, drawn to the call of the waves. Warm sand pressed between my toes and the waters tickled my ankles, the tide yearning me to follow it back into the ... read more
January 16th 2007
For the first time since I had been here I woke up with a chill in my room. I blindly scramble in the dark for the heater and clicked it on before drifting back off to sleep. My dreams had been filled with flowers that night, covering every edge of the room where I stood, beckoning me to breathe in their holy aromas. Their soft scents tickled the edge of my nose, but I resisted the temptation to ravish my senses with their gifts, and slowly they faded into my memory as my alarm clock brought me out of my slumber. Stopping and smelling the flowers has always been something I have enjoyed. Long summers lost in the woods around my house, their colors shocking my vision, their scents surrounding ever corner of my nostrils, bathing ... read more
January 14th 2007
The cold stiff fabric is sticking to my thighs as I trot down the street; I am already late for class. My mood from the night prior has not lifted and I feel a cloud shadowing my steps today. "Wet jeans…. I am wearing wet jeans…" I grumble to myself as I shove a banana down just to sustain me through class. Spain, so far, had been a wonderful experience. However, a strong bout of homesickness had set in right before heading out with Maria last night and sat stone cold in my stomach. I longed to lay in bed with Omar and sleep the morning away, only to get up and cook breakfast at two before lounging back down on the couch. My heart was aching profusely and my jeans were only jetting me into ... read more
January 14th 2007
Warm pleasant smells floated underneath my door as I stirred from my deep sleep. A few clinks of pots and pans CAME from the kitchen and the realization that someone was cooking so early brought me out of dreamland. Propping my pillows up against the wall I switched on the lamp in my cozy quaint little room and pulled out my book that had been neglected since leaving the status five days prior. Consumed within my own imagination I hardly heard the knocking. "Si?" I said, as she opened the door. "Buenos Dias," "tu tienes algo?" I smiled, this really was unbelievable. These people were so incredibly nice and welcoming to a complete stranger. "No, gracias…y buenos dias," I replied. The conversation went on for the next few minutes but my Spanish was not as sharp ... read more
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