I started this thought 4 months ago, and at the time, it seemed ages away. So many things had to happen before it even felt remotely real. From 180 days, I am now just over 50 days to go. Seven and a half weeks. I don’t feel terribly ready. I did not do all this training I thought I would, and just about the only words at the tip of my Spanish tongue is Hola, and Quien espera, desespera. Pot calling the kettle black. Don’t ask me why.
An expat living abroad in Europe - an export really. Ten years on and I’m no longer the accidental tourist. Europe, UK, Australia, Singapore/Malaysia - I’ve either travelled extensively or lived there. I love travel - the journey, the history, the people, the adventure, the learning. Seeing the world with new eyes and just appreciating what is there. How far the journey I have come. My latest craze is hiking long distance trails - mainly along old monastic / pilgrimage routes. I love old buildings and it’s a way of connecting me with people from the past, their hopes and dreams. Travel taught me, that people are basically the same. And it is through food and culture that we come to have a dialogue. I am incredibly grateful. Thank you for spending some time with me. And do leave a comment so that I know you’ve been by.