The closing of a journey across Europe. Eighteen months ago we decided to leave Portugal, to empty our home and get on a moving one.
We accomplish our expectations, tested resources, tasted near and not that close cultures with the possible neutral attitude, across twelve borders (same number for the internet USB sticks). Sometimes we tumbled over familiar elements in random places. We visit thirty different climbing areas, sending around nine hundred and fifty pitches of rock; we walked a lot of trails; Hélène was guided by four yoga teachers; we joined and used fire and music; find some waves and surfed regular spots; got robbed once (two bicycles), lost our dog twice, cruised without a window – taken by a fierce Bura – for a long while. We decided to travel slowly and settled for long periods of time for convenience and a realistic sense of places. On the process, we enriched our soul with open views and different landscapes, neither more beautiful nor greater, just singular; drove approximately 40.000 kilometers on pavement and not so soft roads, having just one flat tire and running out of fuel on some occasions.
We met a lot of interesting people along the way – thanks again for everything. We strengthen our bodies and minds and realised that, to a certain extent, we were lucky to have the chance and motivation to experience it all.
Now we’re back to where lines go along fishing rods, perpendicular and parallel to an almost always sunny horizon and the tides rhythm that, come and go.