As you may already know, our first attempt of hopping into new adventure was crushed, due to flight cancellation. Instead of jumping into the mediterranean sea, we were Couchsurfing back in our parents/grandparents house. As thirty years old independent woman it felt kind of a setback. Maybe all this happened because we were cheating. We cannot claim that our adventure of traveling into unknown starts where we already lived for a year. Ccccc, if you want to do it, do it right! To repent for taking advantage for free, cozy and warm accommodation at parents house, we decide to undergo sleeping in a car.
I was in the middle of a downward facing dog when Leo said: The flight is canceled! I tried to exhale calmly even though my heart started to turn in my chest. It took me some time to fully realize what is going on. I felt trapped in a nightmare. Someone has to be kidding with me. And it wasn’t funny.
One thing I learned over the last couple of years is that stuff doesn’t matter. Clinging to material possessions gives you only a burden. That doesn’t mean I don’t like to have nice stuff around me. It means I learned how to enjoy them while I have them, and being able to let them go when it’s time to do so.
Yesterday we hopped on the train and took a trip to Bohinj lake. Our bikes had the pleasure to join us. Kids were super excited — they love to swim, and lakes are the best because the water is calm and sweet. But to get there, you need to sit on a train for two hours.
When we decided to go and live in Malta, my biggest fear was, that I am doing something bad to my kids.
You know that feeling when you get an idea you want to pursue, and then you realize it’s not so authentic as you thought. Already soooo many people's done it and present it as well. God damn it!
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:
When I talked about my history, I didn’t mention my kids. It is because they are entities of their own, with their own emotions and sensations about the world.
I have to have this fights with myself every day so that I overcome my fear by exposing my English writing publicly.
We already went through deciding to leave our country; to leave everything behind. It was the year 2014 when we decided to travel around Europe, but then did nothing to meet these plans.
One of the most difficult thing, residing in emotional exhaustion, is facing pain within family members when you tell them you are leaving and you are not sure when you are coming back.
My darling said: “It’s time to write your first blog for the website.” My emotional response: f*cking sh*t!
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