“Eva, what is your website about?” Isn’t that obvious? I would say. Apparently it isn’t. The more I think of it, the more I realize that perhaps it’s hard to get indeed. To get what it’s ALL about. Because I don’t know neither. A personal blog, a life and adventure journal. Inspired by Via Dinarica, I started to explore. It’s shows a journey. The journey of me, following my path. Step by step. One step at the time. Sometimes I can hardly see the path, but that’s part of the process. The process called life.Continue Reading "What it’s all about, let me explain"
It’s a way of living. I choose to do so. I live on the road. I choose the Dinarides to do so. I’m on my way. There’s no conclusion, I’m rather in the middle of a thought. “What is your message?” a friend asked. “I don’t know.” There are loads of things I want to say, stories I want to tell, thoughts I want to share, places I want to show. But a message? It would be good if I had one. One clear message….Continue Reading “In the middle of a thought”
“And why? Why do you hike?” That’s what people ask me after they heard me out about where I started, where I’m heading to, how many kilometers a day and how heavy my backpack is. Why I hike? “Why not?” Yeah, why not? If I don’t like it anymore, I can stop. So, I hike because I want to. Because I like it. But is that really the answer?Continue Reading "Why I hike"
Quite often I loose myself in trying to find answers. The right answers of course. I know that they don’t exist and if they do, that they will change all the time. There are no ultimate answers and that’s OK. I accepted that, but sometimes I forget. I forget that I accepted it. And that it was OK.Continue Reading "Storyteller"
I remember that I once tried to write a song when I was a teenager. I just discovered the magic of music and words. I remember me sitting on my bed in my cozy orange room. It was in Almere, duringContinue Reading "What am I?"
It’s one of these days.
Sentimental, melancholic. Tired.
Six weeks in Croatia. I talk about The Netherlands. I don’t know what I feel.
I’m in a town. A big town. Zagreb. I think of Amsterdam. I compare.Continue Reading "Hollandia"
Why I hike? Because I can.
I hike because decided I could. I, at least could give it a go. Try.
The simplicity of putting one foot in front of the other. Slow pace. Strong nature. Little me.
This trail, these mountains, the Balkans and yes, the actual hiking are ingredients. And tools.Continue Reading "I hike because I can"
I’m in Velebit in a sweet little shelter on a fantastic spot with white rocks pointing out of the forest all around me. Wooden wildlife keeps me company. Other than that, I’m all alone.Continue Reading "Mali Princ"
“I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is that I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I gave up thinking about it. – Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore.
Be aware that although the title of this story has the word running in it, it is just as much about my innertrail as it is about running. Trailrunning is hot, just like the outfits. Saturday the 5th of June a bunch of colourful dressed up runners with high-rised socks gathered at Hotel Bjelašnica for the Vučko Trail. Although in the Alps and even in The Netherlands there are several trailrun events every weekend, here in Bosnia and Herzegovina it is still upcoming. This was the second…Continue Reading “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”
Dobro jutro! While kneeled down in front of my guest bed rummaging through my bag I suddenly feel two small arms around my shoulders and a small body pressed against my back. The eight-year-old girl whose room I’m sharing this week, has come to hug me good morning and disappears as suddenly as she came in. When I’m left alone in the room after the hug, I feel my heart pounding, my stomach fluttering and my eyes water. Soon tears stream down my cheeks. A liquid smile…Continue Reading “Princess of the Mountains”
I’m under construction just like my website becoming a self-hosted version step by step it’s a process which I enjoy little steps big dreams I’m a building and the builder building a building which always will be under construction
“I am dancing with my true love – a memory of her. A smiling, blond-haired woman enters who wishes to take the flower of love – but it won’t allow itself to be taken. And on the other side one can see her dressed in black troubled by the couple dancing – rejected – as I was rejected from her [Mrs. heiberg’s] dance (Müller=Westermann 78).” Munch’s desription of the painting in his diary. “A parable of human existence and of destiny that dominates our adventure…Continue Reading “Dance of Life”
After a night on an airplane, a transfer and another flight I arrived at Sarajevo airport mid morning. As forecasted it was a rainy day with low clouds so I did not see any mountains. Somewhat disappointed and tired from travelling I tried to figure out my next move, but before I could worry about where to go next I saw a girl with a sign reading: “ Eva Smeele Via Dinarica.” Smiling I went over and introduced myself. I stepped right into their most…Continue Reading “Between Two Worlds”
I’m confused. I’m excited and a bit nervous, but there is also an indescribable calmness which comes from a deeper place. Wow, seriously? Am I writing this or truly feeling it? The internet is flooded with quotes about life. Life learning, life lessons, life skills, life truths, life changing books and of course lifestyle. All there to help you, support you, guide you towards… Towards what? Self-improvement? Innertrail is a small company that organizes 3-day hiking trips to help you connect with yourself, nature and others….Continue Reading “Innertrail”
Good morning! I just received an email from Alastair Humphreys, currently one of my great heroes. He is an extraordinary adventurer, author of nine books and motivational speaker, but besides that, I see him as a passionate man who is sending a message straight from and to the heart. That’s why he is a huge inspiration for me. A few weeks ago, I signed up for his newsletter and today he finally wrote one. I know this is not the same as getting a personal…Continue Reading “Thoughts on Adventures”
This is how I see it: we are all floating around in an enormous swimming pool, filled with balls. Nice balls, beautiful balls, scary balls, unpleasant balls, balls that we prefer not having too close, balls that seem to be out of reach, balls that keep following us and balls that give us hope. It costs unbelievably much effort if you try to keep with you all the balls you think belong to you. Or even harder: trying to push them under water. Peacefully bobbing up…Continue Reading “Balls”
Surprised I looked around the room: a bed nicely made up, with a small pile of towels and a face cloth at the foot of the bed. A bedside table with a bedside lamp and a small vase with flowers from the garden. An own sink, a private balcony, a heater and a notice board with beautiful, carefully chosen quotes to cheer me up. I stayed with a friend in the forests for a weekend: recovering myself for a couple of days with nymph Sytske…Continue Reading “A lot of shit is compost for the future!”
I call her “my oldest and longest friend”, but she’s not the longest or oldest among my friends. We have known each other since kindergarten; I know her as long as I can remember. We have learned to read and write and we have taught each other to read and write. Or actually Caroline always used to be teacher, but I think you can also learn a lot of being teacher. Even before we started learning words that consisted of more than one syllable in…Continue Reading “Ode to friendship”
I am not the only one, but will we work it out together? The Chicks Love Food burger is the symbol for perfectionism, a need for control and the perception from which we reason and make assumptions. We are talking about dead plants that we keep giving water and the thin ice we are skating on. About authors who keep trying to help us with stories about goats and pieces of advice from experience experts in their self-help books. Not being the only ones is comforting,…Continue Reading “I would like to mount my immunity”
A couple of years ago, a nice guy asked me at our date what I dream of. Whether I had dreams and what those were. I took it too literally, so I told him that I had a lot of dreams. “I dream pretty much always,” I said. He asked me to give an example, so I did. “One of the dreams I am having since I was a little girl, is that I am being followed by a dinosaur. By now, I can run…Continue Reading “What do you believe in?”
What moves you? An uncoordinated stream of thoughts, voices, desires, dream, fantasies, plans and expectations is flooding my mind. It’s hard to answer such questions, since I tend to do things thoroughly. I could, for example, tell you what literally makes me move – think of sports or travelling; trekking by bike or on foot. I could also dig a little deeper and ask my self what my motive is to move at all or what makes me move in life. That’s the moment I…Continue Reading “What moves you?”
Two days after writing my first blog, I ended up giving well-meant advice myself. It is good to be a listener and to be sympathetic, but on the other hand, you’d want to help someone. That shows that you actually care about someone. It shows you believe in them. As my dad told me last week: “Conversations with friends don’t serve as therapy. Your friends are there to talk to and with and to hold up that mirror to you, because they are simply better…Continue Reading “Full fear ahead!”
Listen to your heart and don’t be too harsh on yourself. Stop wanting so much, life’s short and you’re not obliged to anything. There’s a time and place for everything. Just relax! Let it go! Care about yourself every now and then. Go do something fun, and remember you can always call me! Oh well, you can only do one thing at a time. You’ll get there, you’re massively strong. Just don’t pretend to be stronger than you actually are. Why do we want to…Continue Reading “Clichés and well-meant advice”