nothing is permanent

December 2010. A cycle was closing painfully. I can still remember the comments on this blog. People who were reading. They were disapponted. They were expecting me to follow their idea of what I should do. Would I have failed if I came back? Would I ever be able to leave again?

August 2012. A short trip to Switzerland. I was on a plane again. Such a fortunate traveller....

October 2013. Back where it all started. A farm full of small horses. A farm full of warm people, travellers just like me. Horse is the symbol of freedom and strength. This is what I was yearning for. 

Winter 2014. Dreaming and planning a journey in the tracks of the previous one. I was enjoyig life and calmly planning. No anger, no tension, no last minute decisions. I guess there has been a lot of change. Change of attitude. 

In a couple of weeks I'll be heading to France. A few days in Lyon and then twenty days of grape picking in the South of France. It is a paid job. In October a short pass from Rome and then fly back home. To my base. No more guilt about having a base.

I am exhited. In a passionate kind of way. I am confident. I don't need anyone's approval. I'm doing it for the experience. I'm really happy. 

I'll keep you posted, this blog has not died yet. It's my travelling diary!