I’ve been wearing the same shirt the past month and a half. I have 60 more days with this shirt. Not complaining. Just saying. Travel stretches us. I’m probably going to do this in “real world” too. I’m tired. I don’t know what to write. I don’t want to complain because clearly I’m so lucky to be here.
Faster alone, further together.
I’m currently travelling with Paul Antoine who’s been in bed the whole morning. Before we left for our trip yesterday, we stopped for granola bars. And then stopped again for cigarettes. He gets hungry faster than me, I worry about his spirit when we cars pass us by, his smile is not as bright as me. We do not have the same qualities travel qualities.
But maybe we will actually make it to brussels. That’s the goal. Maybe we will.