A disquiet feeling goes from my teeth down into my toes when I realize that it’s time to leave. It’s time for a trip – a new destination – and that means I will have to say goodbye once again. The house that became my home, our home, has to be cleaned and things need to be packed. Goodbye diners and drinks with the people we’ve met turn into a full agenda filler. People that became close friends in such a short time. Whether I’m staying somewhere for two week or for six months, it doesn’t really matter. Saying goodbye doesn’t get any easier, even though it’s not a farewell forever. The place where I have found my rhythm – a way to fit with the local style – now has to wait for my return. …read more!
It’s 8 o’clock in the morning when the sun rays caress the bedroom window. Time to wake up as I jump out of the bed while trying not to wake up Mr. Viking. In the kitchen I browse for a cooking pot and start heating up enough water for two cups of coffee – or maybe I’ll take some green tea today, we’ll see. If I find a yoga-mat near me I will do some morning yoga, but doing exercises while being “on the road” still challenges me. The fan is on and at the same time so is the air conditioner. It’s starting to annoy me so I turn the air conditioner off. A loud ‘Kalimera’ (Greek for good morning, just to pick a nice foreign language) is coming out of the bedroom while I just walked back to the kitchen and our day has officially began. ...read more!
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