Things happen, if you say Yes
My dear friend Rim and I was having dinner in Stockholm after one of our mornings walks. She and her family had decided to leave Sweden for a warmer climate in Spain. Personally I wasn’t all that happy about their decision… But once the decision WAS taken, I’m a supporter.
According to her it would cost them 25k Sek to send a car with spedition, which is a lot of money when everything is adding up when you’re moving. And all of a sudden I hear myself say “I can drive it to Spain for you”. My wild brain…. Couldn’t I have been quiet and slept on it before making such an offer.
However, after a nights sleep I kind of still liked the idea. On top of this the ever solo traveller felt it could be kind of nice having some company in this mission. Two candidates, and one… also says Yes. And this is no longer a solo project.
The Transport as a Roadtrip
But, of course. Another but in this is that Rima & family was already in Spain waiting for the car. So there wasn’t really that many options on making an extensive route. On top of this my dear friend and Co-pilot Zohreh was “only” able to get 10 days off work. Which was still generous of her employer since this was on short notice. So the few stops had to be choosen carefully.
The plan….
Not going by the German autobahn, avoid roads with a fee and ferries. We managed one, not going by autobahn. I guess my genuine non-intrest in -learning- modern technique, and geography contributed to us realising we had ended up… at a ferry instead of on a bridge.
Oh… another not on my list element… the instruction book. Of the car. Rim & Mike had bought a most comfortable Audi Quattro A4 for the move. It was new to them as well as to us. They own and run a car & truck driving school, so the’re at least somewhat into how motorised vehicles work, that I am. Oh my, this car has been blinking and making alert noices all the way from Stockholm to Malmö, where I was going to pich up Zohreh. First the pressure of the tires, and then it was AdBlue, and these two was doing an orchestra for five days until I gave up and resorted to the… instruction book. You can transport people to the moon, and I can read a manual. All is obviously possible.
Mont-Saint-Michel in France
It was my ONLY must-stop-at. I missed it the last time I was driving all around France a couple of years ago. I’ll get back to M-S-M later. Prior to our stop, we have to pass a few borders… I have to send thanks to GPS that keeps track of us. The last time I had to use a regular map made out of paper. It was… a bit challenging drivin AND reading the -paper-map.
Coffe breaks
Summery, the German rest areas along their highways leaves pleeeeenty to wish for. Or maybee it’s just a reasonable punshment for driving a dirtifying diesel vehicle. The coffe tastes barbwire, and the bathrooms have a very bunkeresk atmosphere. Stock up your snacks in another country if you’re pressed for time, like we were.
Again… plans. They don’t quite happen in real life. My idea was to get out of the car for 30 minute long walks at least four times a day for us not to arrive in Spain like muscle weak austronauts. Nope… didn’t happen. Even though we had plenty of the barb wire coffe, constopation DeLuxe… happened.
Airbnb & Safe Parking
Not only isn’t this my own car, it’s also packed with Rims familys belongings such as diapers, helmets, bicycles -theirs and ours-, chocolate, and rolled oats. We’d better park safe, or I would have felt more than terrible if anyone helped themselves to this most precious load.
In addition to this, we made a sport out of transporting ourselves on a tight’ish budget. Since we failed and ended up on ferries and toll roads… On the other hand, I don’t know HOW we would have managed this route in 10 days if we hadn’t failed.
We booked lodging as we were driving, only with hours prior to departure, and at Airbnb hosts. It was a delight. What awsome hosts accepted our late booking. Only one of them couldn’t accept this late booking method, which I as a former host totally understand.
First we ended up at Thomas place in a Hamburg suburb. He also gave us some awsome tips for the rest of our trip. Loved it!
Saint Aubin -Frankrike
After the Hamburg suburb we ended up on the qutest farm in Saint Aubin, and finally we got that loooovely walk. On top of this we woke up in the most noice reduced environment. Just birds chatting along, and the adorable lambs.
Mont Saint Michel
I’m trying my very best not to totally image spam you. But this place is unreal. As well as being the only non-negotiable stop on this trip. That being the case, it was equally much a high risk. The curse of expectations…
THIS is what we’re about to experience. And honestly, it’s also at it’s best this far away. How can you possibly make such a place justice? We came faaaar ahead of the tourist/visiting peak. The parking area is located a couple of kilimetres away from the actual island and it’s castle village. And it was filled ca 10%. Still this crowd approaching gave me the tourist creeps. I know…I’m a tourist. My feelings makes no sence at all.
Finally!
It’s time to unpack our foldable bicycles. Bicycling is my religion, with the benefit of it being quite scientific. You can’t drive all the way up to the castle and it’s village. The parking area is located ca 2-3 kilometres away, and the temperature… is high. A perfect moment to confirm I have a most practical religion.
The herd…
I’m so torn in regards to this experience. I passed Mont Saint Michele a very late night 2015. I was to tired from driving solo, to make a stop since I had to find a parking safe enough for me to sleep in my cloth covered convertible sports car. It was soooo very beautiful in the dark, and from afar. I always felt I missed out. That’s why I HAD to make a stop on this trip.
Was it worth it? YeNoYeNo… whatever that means. If I didn’t stop, I would always have felt like I missed out. But now that I HAVE, I’ll never go again. It’s amazing as a backdrop of a mideval movie, but it also is totally lacking in genuineness. My advice is, make this stop being aware of that this is what commersial does to an amazing place. If you go, continue to the top church, or castle. It’s not really clear to me since the info is only in french. A bit… arrogant to all the international visitors. I would have loved to be alone, with a torch. No, not to try to burn it down, to get the real feel of the place. I’m 100 sure I’m not the only one that would like to have that experience.
Going here peak tourist season..? NO. An absolute NO.
The Church
Travelling when I was young, churches were exciting. Serene and offering a break from high temperatures. But now… I find organised reliigion a masochistic curse. And I make sure to avoid churches. But this one… it’s difficult. It’s cold, and beautiful.
And the ceremony was disturbed by these herds of tourists that they themselves let in.. Of course I was quiet.
The Torch
I see the Sean Connery movie In the Name of the Rose in front of me. One of 100 dozens…
The Parking Area
Is it even visible?
La Rochelle next
I’ve actually been here as well on my last Tour de France. And La Rochelle, I really liked, and wanted Zohreh to see it as well.
Again, we needed safe parking and some lodging that suited our low budget. An Airbnb host with this many high rating, it would have been a major loss not to pick Veroniques & Philippes place. Outstanding☀️, and they really liked to host❤️. The hosts and the ice cream we ate in La Rochelle was amazing!
It was ca 5 kilometres into the center of La Rochelle. With bicycles… NO problem. But… I had forgotten to bring lights for them, which became a bit of a problem since La Rochelle has a sustainability policy that includes turning of street, and bicycle lane lights after 11pm. Thank you Veronique for letting us know💪.
Compulsary..?
Not really. But in hot weather… why not?
Tonton Maboule
Our hosts recommended the local ice cream. High expectations concidering the hosts overall excellency. You know the risk of that… I still opted for the biggest cone. What a struggle. I won.
Apparently Tonton Maboule has two locations by now. We picked the one in the cosy harbour. Where there Zohreh became the romantic intrest of maaany men. It was so qute. No luck though.
The original place is located at 48 Avenue du Lazaret galerie marchande des Minimes, 17000 La Rochelle
According to Tripadvisor both places are very appreciated 😊
The culture Clash
For some reason I feel rude if I don’t taste everything that is put on the table when I’m a guest. So the breakfast collision. Our hosts had filled the table with so much food, includig a lot of home made stuff. Which of course makes me feel even more obligated to taste. Even though I’m more than full. Mind you, the ice cream from yesterday…
According to my travel companion, who origin in Iran, you don’t HAVE to taste everything that is served. And Rim who’s from Irak will later confirm this. We all laughed about my La Rochelle Breakfast stress.
Biarritz -our last stop in France
A lunch and bicycle paus in the french surfing Mecca. Nice with a stop, but not my kind of place. Still, the ca 400 m2 and 7 level parking below ground did impress. Yes, really… do I of all people find a parking garage impressive. Dirt cheap om top of it. My conctruction brain don’t get the finacial calculation on this one. Car owning charity on behalf of the tax payers of Biarritz?
And…
Bicycle, thank you.
Like Stockholms Hammarbybacke
The local surfer dude with his board under the arm. Just like the people that walks home with their down hill skis in Hammarby Sjöstad in Stockholm.
The chain
Of small connected surf beaches in relation to Biarritz, cause the’re not all Biarritz. Again, the bicycle came in, not only handy, but also as a much needed beak that offered some physical activity. All these up-down-up-downhills did wonders for my brain. And my thighs. And… for my butt.
Bye Bye France
A short, but much appreciated visit. Had we had more time, I would have loved to stay another three nights and walked barefoot on the extenside beaches, had some mussles, more great coffe and some bread and cheese pick-nicks.
Until the next time -Aurevoir & Merci
Hej San Sebastian
Now, we’ve rolled across the to say the least… magical border inbetween France and Spain. Our first Hamburg host Thomas had made the recommendation to stop in San Sebastian. The joy of being able to be spontaneous, since we didn’t have any plans more than Mont Saint Michele. San Sebastian became another place to aim for.
The beauty of these misty mountains, amazing. And I have to return. There must be some amazing hikes to be made in this region.
Again, finding an Airbnb in a park friendly place. Loioa a bit outside of the city center, and along a river. The bikes…😉 took us to the cosy center of San Sebastian.
I’ve got to return!
Loiola in Donostia
Wierd place ca 5 km away from the center of San Sebastian. Wierd in the context of architectural aspects. It was in total lack of charm. This place and location deserved so much more than this sterile environment.
Contrasts can do wonders
Since the month of travelling by train last summer, and mostly in Italy, I was so very impressed with that there are som many countries next to each other, but still with such huge variation in cultures. By car, you can pass through countries with TOTALLY different cultures within a couple of hours. So very cool!
Tapas at Mendaur
Again, thanks do determined Zohreh, and her understanding and patience with Tripadvisor, we managed finding this little hole in the wall. The food is the essence of a trip. My only mistake was not being as patient picking from the menue as my new Food Captain Zohreh❤️
Mendaur
A hole in the wall kind of restaurant with super ratings in Tripadvisor and therefore very fully booked. It also has the disadvantage that tourists also become the main clientele… Yea, I know. Never the less, eat HERE. It’s amazing.
Mendaur is located at Fermin Calbeton Kalea, 8 and booking a table might be agood idea (+34 943 43 62 22). With some patience we managed getting two seats in the bar. The best seats according to me, since we got to overlook the “hole2 where all the food came from.
Eating & Patience…
Read the menue properly so you dont get struck by… why did I order this? when your companion get her dish. Not only is Zohreh a skilled Tripadvisor reader -and interpreter. She reads the menue equally meticulously. I’m so grateful that she’s the sharing kind.
Generally this is some kind of asian mexican spanish fusion. It’s soooo very good. Slow cooked ox cheek, and some kind of pulled pork on guacamole. My calamaris was also good, but too large of a portion. Missed out on the size when I turbo read the menue. Again, it’s the contrasts that make things intresting. And the food is fairly inexpensive.
I’ll be back. And I’ll read the menue properly.
Spanish gelato
Why are we only going on about italian ice cream? The spanish one is at least as delicious. Gelato Boulevard being a chain, makes it lack a bit of that genuine feeling. Never the less, it’s darn delicious. Don’t miss out. And, I’ll be back.
Hi & Good bye San Sebastian
Well, that’s kind of the deal on this trip / car transport. No lazy’ing around, up and go.
I’ve made some kind of promise that I’ll be back, and then discover San Sebastian more properly. In regards to that I havn’t really travelled to, or explored THAT many places, I’d say that a fairly good rating for San Sebastian.
After rain, there is sun. And a lot of wind power mills. I’m a big fan of all three.
Driving through a mental desert
Yes, that’s pretty much it once you cross over Spain from beautiful San Sebastians green mountains covered in mysterious mist for hours upon hours. It’s like some kind of american road movie, where you only stopp to refuel the car. My worst nightmare to run out of gas somewhere along these roads.
The gas stations has some kind of exotic flair with it’s combined restaurants. Raw meat mixed with bags of potato chips, and som flies to accompany them. I’m utterly convinced it’s great for building your immune system. I opted for the chips.
I guess the sausages did us a favour, cause spanish potato chips is delicious.
Mission accomplished -Car Delivered
In one piece, and a peanut under each seat. Not entirely according to the plan since I had promised Rims oldest son J to deliver the car without A scratch. Peanuts is a mental scratch. Apart from that, there were some… insects that wouldn’t go away. It might have had something to do with that I used less eco-damaging chemicals that I brought from home for the occasion. Life.
One nice dinner in Torrevieja with Rim and half of her extended family. And one nights good sleep, and heading directly back to Malmö, with the ambition of passing by Zohres sister Sarah who lives in Munich, Germany. That… turned out being a real challenge. But what doesn’t kill you…
The Hospitality
This is where an iraqi -Rim- and an iranian -Zohreh- explain this thing about being rude if one doesn’t taste everything that’s placed on the table, while being a guest. I’m still not entirely convinced that it’s not rude. Or, I just want to taste everything 😅
Ps. Mike och Rims firstborn son, J isn’t in the picture being busy with other things. We’re happy to have anonymous L in the image though.
Guzzler or neurotic? Propably both. And… I’ll be back.
Renf
It’s not you, it’s me. Or maybee… it’s you after all. The national spanish train company Renf was extreamely difficult to handle online. Niether mine or Zohrehs card were accepted, so poor Mike got the burden of paying our tickets. And refused to let us reimburse. Many thanks for that🙏❤️
Bicycles in bags
Yes, this is how convenient it is to travel by train and your bicycle in a bag. Not entirely happy with my new transporter bags from Swedish Biltema. The’re slightly too large, which makes the bicycle slide around = additional bruises.
The Route
I had made a plan, but it was as left behind as my computer. I could have tried to get it from the cloud. But since I’m used to not following the plans I usually make, we’ll figure this one out as well.
Paris?
Without a plan it may so happen that the trains from Barcelona are fully booked, and us already being on a tight schedule, we just had to forget a night in Paris. Since I was already pissed at the difficulties buying ticket from Renf online, my idea then was buying a ticket at the staion once we arrived, didn’t work.
There was NO possibility leaving Barcelona by train, and be back home on the 3:rd of july.
Barcelona
There is no point in wasting time being unhappy about missing out on Paris. It’s not my favourite anyway. But it would have been nice for Zohreh to see a couple of centimetres. We’ll have to find anouther route.
Facade Extravaganca in Barcelona
There are soooo many beautiful facades in Barcelona. It would have been i disasterous traffic situation if I got off the bicycle everytime I saw one that I liked. You’ll only get a pinch.
Bicycle lanes
I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but it appears as if bicycling is gaining more recognition in many european cities during the last 20 years. I know… 20 years is a long time, but I’d like to stay positive since the traffic, carbon monoxide and pollution IS a real problem, and people don’t seem like the’re ready to let go of the stinking cars.
Yes, I know, we just drove a -diesel- car all the way down to Spain. But I still think that cities need to become more bicycle friendly. It’s not only cleaner, it’s also a healthier lifestyle that we need more than ever since too many of us… sit still by the computer all day long.
More safe bicycle lane to the city inhabitants ❤️
Learning by Doing
Always carry water. Lots of water. Also drink the water. One might also be able to refill these bottles from the tap WITHOUT getting a stomach ache. Someone recently told me a GIGANTIC food conglomerat want nothing more than for us to think we get sick from drinking tap water. This is also what we were taught in Sweden during my childhood years. Don’t drink other countries tap water, or you’ll get sick. Really? Maybee not washing our hands is the real issue..?
Tripadvisor
Again. And many thanks do Dear Zohreh for being such a thoughtful strategist. You can’t just travel, and aimlessly thing you’re going to hit the god spots for food. If you have a few days, it wouldn’t have mattered all that much. But now… it does.
Z was doing her tripping and found Cera23 in an area that didn’t please her, but that of course made me curious.
Good indeed, but most placec will be in the shadow of Mendaur in San Sebastian for a while.
Cera 23 is located at Carrer de la Cera 23 and a bit more pricy than the above mentioned. And lacking in that genuine atmosphere. But the food was good.
Wheat flour & Ashtrays
If you’re going to stand a chance against mideterranian constopation, you need plenty of strong coffe with your bocadillas. A few cups. And all these fumes is just something you got to live with in these intresting street corner cafés. That goes for the ashtrays on the table while you’re eating as well.
Barceloneta Beach
Just like at home in Malmö, it’s ablessing to have a beach IN the edge of the city. This one is loooong, and lively. Locals as well as tourists mix and it’s kind of lovely. The food and drinks along the beach… if you havn’t eaten for a while, it’s ok. But not more than that. The view is a compensating factor though.
Mercat de la Boqueria
The market is full of us tourists, but still worth a visit. I always rush through the part where they sell the fish, but compensate with some more time in the candy department. The small tapas look intresting as well. But the wheat bocadillos with the sardelles on, I ignore.
Boquerian is located at La Ramla 91. You got to pay attention when you look for it since it’s not that visible that one might expect. Open mondays through saturday frpm 8 am to 8.30 pm.
Street Art in Barcelona
Obviously there wasn’t as much time for street art safari as I would have liked to. So we were happy to find the extended wall at Passeig de Circumval-lacio that we passed by chance on our way to locating the bus station for our departure.
Street Art in Barcelona
Barcelona Navigator
Traveldudes, a bit too disturbed by afiliate advertising.
Forever Barcelona, about the artists.
Blocal
StreetArtCities, an app that you have to pay for. I’ve used on previous travels, and I think it’s reasonable in relation to what you get. And support.
Leaving Barcelona
Wasn’t the easiest thing to do, gettiing home in time, and visiting Sarah in Munich. But shame on the ones giving up. We sacrificed comfort, even though the drivers comment about us and out choice of seats were “Like Queens”. Laughing makes everything easier.
It becomes what you make
If there is anything that can be done, that is. But we made reservations at the upper deck of this bus out of Barcelona. It was also the only way to continue if we were going to make the time plan. It was a combination of gross and beauty with all the insects and the lights from traffic in the dark. My feet… sorry☺️.
You gotta sleep…
If possile, avoid night buses. If there is no other way, it is what it is.
The early hours, in Lyon
And quite a stretch to cover until we reached the train station. The bus ride was kind of akward since we had compulsary breaks for peeing, and the bus was looked for quite some time before we were let in again. It resulted in us being late to Lyon. A stress factor.
Lyon -> Basel -> Zürich -> Munich & Ticket Warning
We’re marathon travellers, but by rail. And it’s obviously a bit difficult for me with the online booking. Somethings is just beyond me. Well… I gyess many things are.
So, we book tickets in France to get to Germany, and on our way we’re supposed to not only go through Switzerland, but change trains with new tickets IN Switzerland. We’re also supposed to print out our swiss tickets in a ticket machine. But… not in Switzerland. Is it only me that think that is wierd? That might actually be the case, but I’m still ok with me… wondering if it’s only me.
We only had minutes to change the train, and proof of purchaes didn’t “charm” the station staff to helpfulness. I’m also curious on how much money they make on people making our mistake? To tired, and to stressed, I choose not to get into this battle, and paid our 38 Euro tickets (total 76) twice.
Tired & Hungry…
Picknick in a park will be the most suitable.
Swimming in the river Limmat
As always, follow a river. This time around in Zürich, I kind of knew where we heading. Here are plenty of places to get into the water. If you’re a swimmer😊. Regardless, the river offers plenty of places to just hang out. Or… fall asleep in.
The coolest place is Flussbad Oberer Letten if you ask me. There is a restaurant and a bar for the people that prefer some people watching before having a swim. The temperature wasb’t right… for us to have swim in the beautiful turqoise water. Is it ever… for me?
Another most guestminded breakfast in Munich
Oh boy, we really had to lay a puzzle to get to Zohrehs sister Zarah in Munich. And enjoyed being spoiled and pampered for two nights and a day❤️. Many thanks to Sarah.
Why not…?
Guess my successrate in NOT trying everything I was served…
Personal space
We had kind of been sleeping charfing feet for almost eight days by now, so it was time for some hours apart. My choice is, regardless of rain… to go bicycling💪. And it’s intresting how ones relationship can become refreshed by some hours apart.
Cash is king
But for a swede, or someone living iin Sweden, it’s not. It’s actually a source of… germs and filth. We get an insider view from Zarah, telling us that germans are a bit paranoid, combined with a dislike for paying their taxes. I’m convinced -speculation- the’re equally intrested in getting the tax covering as much of their societal comfort. It’s an intesting equation.
On top of it… are we primarily tracked by our credit card purchases..? I guess I’m a bit… pissed since I forgot my cash at Sarahs place. Or just plain arrogant for assuming that things work as in Sweden or many other european countries with a similar IT compatibility… You tell me.
Kissing up?
I DO love this little hairbrush store. I came to Munich for a building fair some years ago and I’m so happy I’m running into this one again. At Kamm Weningen they have some stern hair brush experts that know EVERYTHING that is to know about hair. They don’t need to kiss up, you just stand obedient and listen. I absolutely love this kind of devotion.
Expensive? Oh yes. And worth it. My brush from my last visit cost me 135 euro, and DO I take care of it? I even wash it with the right tools and schampoo according to their instructions. It’s still like new even though I had it for six years already.
And… their web page is only in german. Bring out you googeling tools…
Another wet dream
I’ve been dreaming of buying a bed mattress made completely of wool. What kind of wool doesn’t really matter, as long as it’s the thickest one. I guess I have to keep on dreaming since my favourite is 417 euro.
The entire bedding department is an oas I don’t want to leave.
Sustainable?
I really don’t know. But at Grüne Erde they clam to offer more sustainable lifestyle consumtion. Consuming things out of spur of the moment, that being me, can’t possibly be sustainable regardless of the claim of the seller.
Grune Erdes web is available in english. The store is more general and doesn’t really reach the real level of sustainability that the brush ladies provide. Quality that is so expensive that you 1. think twice before you buy. 2 What you buy is som expensive that you will care for, and enjoy your purchase for many many years to come💪.
Who doesn’t get tempted to consumtion in here?
Aperol & Cotidiano
For some wierd reason I always feel like more of an adult when I know where I’m heading in a place that isn’t really part of my regular environment.
It rains, and I’ve been hungry for a while, and… tadaa, I’ve been here before. Cotidiano pleases me plenty. Even though it’s a chain restaurant, I really fancy the environment. Cotidiano is located at Gärtnerplatz 6.
According to the menu they havn’t really decided whether they are a restaurant or a cafe, and why would they? More and more of these kind of places appear in Malmö, and I really like it. Now you can get a glass of wine, even though you’re in a cafe 🙏. My favourite in Malmö, or more specifically Limhamn is Ateljén Limhamn and in the “city” there is Flax, far from Munich, but still Europe has changed so much from when I was young and started travelling. And it still does❤️.
Many thanks
… and Good bye Zarah. It was so very nice meeting you again. And to get two nights of good sleeping!
Last day of travelling & A few Hours in Berlin
It wasn’t that long ago that I visited Berlin. My plan was to drag poor Zohreh to all the places I missed that time. But us being too tired, and worried about this coming night on another bus… We’re not 21 anymore. On our last over night bus, we had two seats each and could lay down. This coming night… no. Sitting a full night is my 52 year old awake nightmare.
I still thing we’re doing pretty good after spending two hours of spinning around to find the far from center location of the Flix bus stop at Berlin ZOB, to lock our luggage so we could spend the day more freely. Sloooowly moving towards the Haus Schwarzenberg gallery before falling asleep in a park. And later finding another far away Cheesecake Princess cafe at Knesebeckstraße 32, where we could indulge two over sized slices of…
And then back to the far away ZOB bus station again. In a way, the day was very similar to my first interrailing experience in 19…89.
Haus Schwarzenberg -a favorite of mine
I could propably be here for at leat two hours, and still find new and intresting things since these walls are to say the least, very dynamic. On this visit the galleries in the staircase -where you’re not… allowed to take pictures- were also open. Of course I get super happy when our -at the time- national and alive Saint Greta is honoured by a book in one of the super hip gallery shops.
Park before river this time
We had to find one. And we were SO very grateful when we did find one. Falling a sleep on cold and moist grass…
Princess Cheescake
Passerar man ett sånt cafefönster så infinner sig instinkter likt parodier över julreor… de desserterna skall bara erfaras. Som vi cyklade för att hitta ett där det fanns sittplatser. Till slut fick vi står där med beslutsångest De Luxe. Vilken man än väljer så är den 1 För stor 2 Fel bit.
Utöver detta så äter vi givetvis upp hela biten trots att en 1/4-del hade räckt. Tror ni att vi kommer dela nästa gång vi hamnar i en liknande situation?
Nä, det tror inte jag heller.
Princess cheescake finns på:
Knesebeckstrasse 32
&
Tucholskystrasse 37
Ready..?
For the over night ride home to Malmö. We’ll do our best😊
Turning torso
At this point, there is that extra heart beat. So very close to ones own shower, toilet, kitchen and… bed❤️
Who would have expected…
That it would have been such a pleasant journey WITH company ❤️💪❤️ being the pronounced solo traveller. We have after all stressed, slept in over night buses, carried bicycles in bags including plenty of physical bruises, had the most… prickely coffe and being constopated from all the white flour bread -F-, fallen on ones nose -Z-, had to buy double tickets and so on. I’m SO very proud of us!!
The feeling…
When I empty my luggage, and reflect on what I could have used, and even more, what I could have done without. Being back home ❤️