I want to tell you a little about my sense of belonging to Venezuela, the love that so many of us have for this piece of land, some will ask why Venezuelans love their country so much? and I think this is something that happens anywhere, our roots and culture do not matter where we are always present, today I will talk a little about the case that I know, the Venezuelan of course; As everyone knows, there are thousands of Venezuelans who have had to leave the country, and not just for pleasure, but seek to work and help many times their relatives who are still in Venezuela, put their hands to the fire for good emigration, the people who have really gone to work with dignity, maybe I know it's annoying to see everyone, sometimes practically dressed in the flag of Venezuela, this has always seemed to me exaggerated, so I think most of it; The Venezuelan is bad emigrant and not because it is bad, but because it is very difficult to cut roots with their traditions and wants to take them as a flag to the end of the world.
I think it is something completely normal because Venezuela enjoyed so much wealth that the longing for the good times gets into the veins of everyone, even those who do not enjoy the good times and who have had to live for years under the same system, if the Venezuelan is a bad emigrant but not for bad, but strange and wants to see his family, friends, neighbors, visit the Portuguese baker in the corner of his block, go eat a paella in the restaurant of the Spanish They have been in Venezuela for years and words like pana, chevere, fino are coming out. Venezuela is not a country of emigrants, it is a country that has immigrants and would like to continue sharing that cultural diversity but from within, from its roots, and it is not that they are not grateful for many countries that have helped them to establish themselves in other latitudes, on the contrary ; The Venezuelan is grateful and feels hurt to be a nuisance many times in another place, to be a foreigner not by his own decision but by obligation.
Love for Venezuela is not taught since childhood, and it is not precisely a love for a system, a government like now they are trying to brainwash many little ones, when I was a little girl, love for Venezuela, for the national symbols, for its extension territorial was something you learned and appreciated, since we were small we used to respect and love our own, to respect everyone who was different, whether by race or color, we were diverse, we were happy, the Venezuelan who emigrates does not emigrate because he wants to, he migrates because he must, he has no other; but I am sure that one day, soon the Venezuelan does not miss his landscapes but that he lives and the weekend that he wants to go to one of its beautiful beaches.
Our love and belonging beyond everything is because we were so good at some point in history that we wasted it, we squandered it, we damaged the country, we had no idea that so much wealth would sooner or later be eliminated from a nation that could be a power today. Maybe I happen to be a nationalist, a chauvinist, and I know that in all countries there are natural riches that I would love to know personally, but Venezuela is a blessed land, desert, jungle, snow and volcano as one of its most famous poetry turned into a song, the Venezuelan who emigrates strangely feel the plain, the beach, the mountain of his country, strange to share with his panas that are watered by the world, with his family that he does not see in years, the feeling and the union is something very common in Venezuelans that distinguishes us from many cultures without the intention to offend, but we like to be together, with family and friends, we like to enjoy, we like to joke, from the bottom of my heart that the day this earth rises and we see a new dawn Venezuela will be filled again with work, youth, peace, so that we can all see all this again:
A weekend in Cayo Sombrero, enjoying the blue and magical tranquility of the Caribbean Sea, walking through the soft white sand that this land has given us, if something you miss is this warmth combined with the fresh sea breeze, a magical place that everyone who has gone strange.
The greatness of the mountains and the divine cold that Mérida and its surroundings provide us, green landscapes full of life, of conscience, of infinite love for nature and of course fills us with pride, the longest cable car in the world.
Share a delicious "Polar" (the national beer) in front of the sea in Choroni's big beach, a rich fried fish with tostones and salad, one of the pleasures of so many, the longing of many, the good vibes of the connection with this blessed land between the sea and the mountain is something unique merging the sound of the drums, how are we not going to love and miss these landscapes?
Grateful to all the people who read my post and are interested in the geography and the beautiful places that my beautiful country has. Thank you for every donation or contribution you give me, Thank you very much and I hope to continue showing you the beautiful part of my country. regards
Really nice photos! Venezuela is amazing!