I just arrived in Prague from Germany...again...and now, sitting behind the window, watching the last winter snow glowing in the sun and frost trying to keep the winter a bit longer among streets, I started to think about the last year. The last year, which I spent partly here in my home country and partly in Germany with my boyfriend. The last year, which was interwoven with the endless thread of wonderful experiences, love, harmony, and discoveries but also with many challenges and moments when two different words clash together, trying to find a position where the toothed wheels of different size will fit perfectly...
We are back from La Palma Island—one week earlier than planned. As Heraclitus put it: ‘The only constant in life is change.’ Autumn had been long. Too much work, too much admin, too little joy. I needed to get away, regain motivation, and clear my head before I could keep going. I tried to leave in December, but that was too crazy. So I planned January. At first I wanted three weeks somewhere far: South America, Mexico, South Africa, Southeast Asia… The options multiplied until I couldn’t choose at all—I kept switching frantically between forecasts, maps, and flight tabs. And then it clicked—like it always does—and I knew I had the right solution. I don’t want exotica. I don’t want decisions. I don’t want a daily puzzle of where we’ll sleep and what we’ll see next. I just want to switch off. I want mountains, simple movement, and thoughts that finally go quiet. La Gomera surfaced first, then La Palma: Canary Islands I hadn’t been to y...
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