Take my backpack and go
Working on my running dream. Bumps on the road. Yesterday I decided that I will not experience the adventure with a camper van and a driver.
Adaptation. Letting go. A beautiful part of the journey, and it gave me a strange, but liberating feeling. This brought me back to basic. Take my backpack and go on an adventure.
A story always has plot twists. Amazing. This story now runs from Gennep to Palermo. 65 marthons in 80 days from the town I grew up to the country that my heart did not visit yet. Meeting people. Sharing stories. Perform small, beautiful acts of joy for them. In the footsteps of the magical Jules Verne.
The same goal, same dream. With an even more beautiful road ahead of me