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.
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.
Everybody has a past, even a baby who was just born has it — it’s short, but it’s there. And the thing with us and the past is that we like to use it for defining who we are. Even I wrote an article a few days ago with a purpose to declare why I can write the things I am going to write in the future. But why do we need history?
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.