A few months ago we wrote the following:
“Let's say that when God, Zeus, Buddha, the Adn or whoever endowed the man of life, it came with several standard equipment: a heart, two lungs, two eyes, a brain, a soul and some other little thing. But they also provided us with some other extra equipment: there are those who are very clever, who tell jokes very well, who sing like an angel, who eat without getting fat and then there are the travelers. The travelers were given wings and roots.
The wings help us to fly away from home, to visit new places, to realize that other worlds are possible, to grow and know.
The roots are that feeling that binds us to our home, the love we feel for our land, the love and unconditional tenderness that comes to us every time we are close to home.
The wings instigate us to leave. The roots urge us to return. Go and come back. Desire to travel, homesickness. And here the problems begin: on the one hand we have the irresistible desire to go on an adventure (if we stay still for a long time we feel empty, turned off). But it also happens that as far as the wings take us, we will always have in our hearts the feeling that, sooner or later, the roots will return us to our home. It is the destiny of a traveler, the sweet condemnation that we have to fulfill. ”
We were, at that time, a few days back from a couple of weeks trip through Rome, Athens and Berlin. I wanted to disconnect, write, home, a bathroom all mine, a bed all ours. In short: I wanted to take root. I was even afraid of having broken my wings. I didn't feel like traveling for a long time, nor too far.
But the wings had not been broken, they were just resting. Hello alas, bye bye estate: it is the destiny of a traveler, the sweet condemnation that we have to fulfill, we already told you.
We come back To go. There is always where to go, why we know where to return. We will get on the plane after waking up in Sigüenza, it won't be cold, but it won't be hot either. Autumn is already knocking on the door but we are not going to open it. We will board the plane after boarding the train. A clean, tidy train, full of suitcases, briefcases and briefcases. We will get on the plane but we will not be the usual two. We leave 4 and no, I do not have two twins in the belly ... we go with Rober's parents, "the Valerians", who know little about what awaits them (to know they do not even know where we are going :-p)
When we get off the plane we will receive the sticky, humid and suffocating air of one of our favorite cities. When we get off the plane, the smell of meat skewers, flower offerings, spices, pollution, chaos and strangeness will hit us.
For many we will be thousands of kilometers from home. But when we get off the plane, we will be back.
First stop: Bangkok. Follow us on Instagram Stories and Snapchat because we plan to show you the trip live 🙂 and surely some “valerianada” falls 😉
