well, who would have thought. i really do think about my time in peru at least once a day. i guess, some would say, once your back from vacation, you just need to get back to reality and move on.
but travelling to means something different in order to be able to snap back to normality. this journey turned out a real journey for me. actually, i didn’t know what to expect, when i left vienna to fly to peru, somewhere i’d never been to. i was nervous and suspicious of whether i will feel comfortable, all by myself, knowing nobody.
turns out, i couldn’t have made a better step than just go for it. under no other circumstances would i have met such beautiful souls, so many wonderful spots all around cusco and just be. not pretending or being considerate of anyone but myself.
i felt light as ever. and my heart felt home. cusco became home to me for several reasons. i thought i knew what ‚falling in love with a city‘ means, until i did.
i felt light as ever. if my mind hadn’t known better – i bet i would’ve flown.
now, being back to austrian ground for exactly 4 months, i long to step onto that plane and fly to south america, still. maybe, because it seems a thing so hard to achieve, and yet, only taking some sort of courage to do so. or is it just the ease i miss?
all the souvenirs and pictures i brought home with me, remind me of why i loved being there so much. i just slowly get to the point, where looking at them becomes possible – sometimes.
well, just thoughts wandering through my head, i felt like sharing – risking for people to think i’m crazy.
JH 