środa, 29 lutego 2012
in da tour
The feeling that I missed so much - passing by the german windmills and being on the road again. Having just my dog and a small backpack with me... and a bunch of portuguese musicians. Coming back home, as always, difficult. Not even (as I thought it would be) because of separating with beloved one(s) again. Am I getting used to say goodbye? Is it going to be easier and easier every time? Or is it because I'm pretty sure this time that I'll see them soon? The worse is to be in one place again. Many things going on a "to do" list growing longer and longer, but I just think about travelling again. Never thought I'll get so addicted. Thinking rationally when your wings of freedom are being cut again - impossible.