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It has been six days since I started my American Dream. Those days seemed to be an eternity, a sign that I was making the most of my time. I was living a full experience! First, I had the opportunity of knowing an Amish population. They taught me that I would not be happier having more and more things, but needing less. I had also the opportunity to learn from too many kilometres of solitude... Now, I've got a pair of worn out leather cowboy boots.... and... yesterday, I felt myself as a Hollywood's actrees in that bar. In few words...I am happy! I look forward to riding my Harley Davidson again to see what new adventures await me!

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Despite his harsh appeareance, he kindly took me to the best boots shop ever. He bought me the most beautiful pair of boots I had ever seen and he invited me to a bar full of bikers. The billiards, the smoke, the music, the neon lights, the rough looks and the cowboy hats and boots...it was like a film. I was waiting for Arnold Schwarzennegger to enter when I heard "Bad to the bone".

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Miles and miles away a new state is waiting for me…Yeahhhhh, baby, I’m entering Missouri! I’m driving concretely to Kansas City but, before arriving, I can’t resist myself from stopping in a desert area, put my boots on and playing a little bit of country music with my guitar and my mouth arp. As cowboys say, “You aren’t country without a pair of worn out leather cowboy boots and a nice song to sing”. Let’s go for it.

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And I found it for sure...

After filling my Harley's fuel tank, I went to the inside part of the petrol station to pay, and suddenly I noticed an old board hanging near the exit door... Definitely I had a long way ahead and it made me feel quite excited! Mother Road, I'm coming!!!!!!

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I'll take my Harley Davidson and drive along the road. If I found an interesting thing, I would stop. My Harley is a wonderful machine, all people look at me when I am driving it. I feel free over it. Indeed, during this route I'll have kilometres of solitude, the motorbike, the road and me. Wonderful idea!

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I saw this XVIIIth-century village in the distance. I didn´t carry any luggage because for me that journey meant a new beginning in my disorganized life. When I arrived in this village it was like travelling in time for me. Those people live with basic things. Everybody was very nice with me although women looked at my clothes with disdain. I thought that it could be a new opportunity for me. Would it be just a step in my way? or Would I stay there forever?

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BEATRIZ CABRERA PORTILLO. ROUTE 66: THE START

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BEATRIZ CABRERA PORTILLO. ROUTE 66: THE START

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After watching that film, my interest in the Mother Road or the Main Street of America, as some people call it, grew significantly. Some images in B&W of people struggling against their own misery came into my mind. Those were times when people were forced to leave behind their homes, their lands and definitely their life. They were in search of an opportunity there in the far west, where apparently "everyone could make a new start". That road meant the so called American Dream to many, nowadays it ha s become a living legend.

The Historic Route 66 was waiting for me long time ago and it knocked at my door to say hello... My brand new start was to begin in Illinois, where a nice Amish community welcomed me with open arms...