I'm onto you like a fruit fly on a rotting peach.
I've been back for a bit more than a week now. What felt like years of being away quickly dissipated into a quick unsettling reality once I returned. I would have gladly kept going on my own after Munich. My bags full of gifts and goodies to show for my five weeks around Europe held nothing to the salty breeze of deep rooted rocky beaches and aqua green ports I unfortunately couldnt lug all the way back..stupid intangibility. My tan is fading quickly now that i'm exposed to the weaker side of the sun. I miss easy cheap accommodation, fresh juicy tomatoes, cheap red wine and breaking into song all the time. I miss meeting people from all around the world sharing the same rush of adventure, driving through the Alps and getting lost all over again.
The one thing i truly longed for when i was away was to understand what people where saying to me. The language barrier was especially hard in Croatia. Kasia and I stayed in a guesthouse off of a big families small home at the top of what felt like a thousand stair climb on the Island of Hvar. An older man,whom i grew very fond of, usually found in his garden taking care of his tomatoes and cucumbers often tried to tell us stories and keep us for a while longer every time we headed out. Although I hadn't a clue what he was talking about, ever, he was one my favorite encounters. His childlike eyes, aged leather face, old crooked teeth and rough dry hands told a story of its own that language didn't need to convey.
Now i'm back and I often wish i didn't understand all over again...
Traveling definitely turned my world a little upside down, perspective is always something one finds once they're thousands of miles away from their small little comfortable world.
After having walked around St-Henri for an hour or so I found a beautiful little park hidden between beautiful old duplexes and street side apartments. I sat there for awhile meditating on where to find my own apartment that i've been frantically searching for since I got back. I thought i was falling out of love with this city, ironically i'm looking for a flat for September to immerse myself in it even more deeply.
The only thing you need to know is what you're going to do next...
The one thing i truly longed for when i was away was to understand what people where saying to me. The language barrier was especially hard in Croatia. Kasia and I stayed in a guesthouse off of a big families small home at the top of what felt like a thousand stair climb on the Island of Hvar. An older man,whom i grew very fond of, usually found in his garden taking care of his tomatoes and cucumbers often tried to tell us stories and keep us for a while longer every time we headed out. Although I hadn't a clue what he was talking about, ever, he was one my favorite encounters. His childlike eyes, aged leather face, old crooked teeth and rough dry hands told a story of its own that language didn't need to convey.
Now i'm back and I often wish i didn't understand all over again...
Traveling definitely turned my world a little upside down, perspective is always something one finds once they're thousands of miles away from their small little comfortable world.
After having walked around St-Henri for an hour or so I found a beautiful little park hidden between beautiful old duplexes and street side apartments. I sat there for awhile meditating on where to find my own apartment that i've been frantically searching for since I got back. I thought i was falling out of love with this city, ironically i'm looking for a flat for September to immerse myself in it even more deeply.
The only thing you need to know is what you're going to do next...