There are two dwarfs. They love each other. There is only one problem: this dwarf doesn't want to make a bed. They are in the house, and there are hearts on the wall. It's still night: there is a moon, and a comet, so they can make a wish. Here is written: Piko didn't make his bed. The dwarf is Piko, and her name is Sela.
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We are working on our website, which still isn’t on. Leo (he’s coding it) can get a bit of a perfectionist. He wants it to be functional, quick and excellent, and he can get lost in the details. Like he is not nervous enough, I dare to comment what he wrote about us for an intro. It was a word ‘crazy’ mentioned in a context: how crazy we are for selling everything we had and wandered into the world. I kindly exposed, that I don’t understand why travelers like to think about themselves as crazy. They like to brag how insane they are. I get it: we all want to be special, adventurous and cool. But I still think traveling is one of the sanest things one can do.
It's not easy for me to confess that. But it's true. If you don't have a place to return, you're lost in some way. After 40 days on the road without home desire to build one is burning inside of us. And we will. We just have to be patient.
We are living in Ljubljana, and since we sold our car in 2015, we've been sticking with our bikes. You don’t need a car if you are living in the capital. When we start craving for nature, we take small trips with bikes. Ones that even Erik can handle on his little vehicle are: