I was dreaming of an adventure. A big adventure. A bike around
the world Europe and seize the day kind of adventure. The months before my departure were filled with working, preparing, packing and working. I saved every penny, hoping that it would buy me enough time. Time I could spend traveling, being on the road, having my adventure. The third of April I opened my front door, got on my new, still unnamed bike and started to pedal.
They say that there is no such thing as bad weather…
… just bad clothes…
But despite the endlessly cold, rainy April days, I enjoyed.
I appreciated the little things. The magical moment when the sun starts to warm your freezing cold feet.
And the evening sun with its’s last bit of warmth, shining right on your camp spot.
I felt strong!
I felt good.
I felt tired.
I felt sad.
I felt puzzled.
I felt sweaty.
And I felt hungry.
I was alone, but not lonely. I was searching, but not lost. When I felt sad, it was alright. It all felt real and all of it together was a true adventure.