BYE BYE BRATISLAVA
I have so much enjoyed biking through Slovakia and the Czech Republic. I liked the familiarity of the architecture, the similarity of the language, and the fact that I simply felt at home there. I have been soooo spoiled with the weather and really enjoyed the best of the best the end of summer had to offer.
On my way out of Bratislava, I waved goodbye to the city, thinking that I would definitely like to return again.
LONG HOURS ON THE BIKE
Past few days I wasn’t biking. I was flying home. The prospect of crossing another border and getting closer to home was just so exhilarating, I have been spending most of my days on the bike. Our camping experience has massively upgraded as after losing my shitty, flat matt that I have been sleeping on for the past year. I decided to spend a whole 15 € on an inflatable mattress- and hooolyy fuck - what a difference! Now, being 4 nights away from home, nothing can stop us!
CROSSING OVER TO POLAND
September 11th is an important date for all for an obvious reason. For me, it was one of the best days during my journey. I did not sit down for formal meditation, but the cycling did it for me. I was looking at the landscape and heard every sound around me, took deep breaths, and felt overwhelmed with gratitude. Nature was just so incredibly beautiful and my Heart filled up with such incredible joy - it was one of the happiest days of my life, truly. After over a year of being on the road, the possibility of being in MY country was just ever so exciting and kept my energy high for most of the day. When it was finally time to cross, everything went quiet, navigation suggested a grassy field track, and it was just me, and the corn stalks on both sides of the path, with the most beautiful colors of the setting sun behind me. As I finally put my foot in Poland, there was no sign to let me know that I have arrived. There were no dramatic falls to the ground or big tears. There was just pure Gratitude in my Heart. I felt so moved.
This was one of the most beautiful moments. Ever.
As the sun was setting behind me on the Czech side, I knew that it will rise again for me in Poland.
At night, I dreamt about returning back home and seeing ruins of a house, that land-slided to the ground. I was not worried. I knew it was time to build a new home.
What a gift this dream was!
It is now that I can return back to my childhood home as a grown woman, and build a new future for myself. One that’s founded on a healthy relationship with my family, one that is nourishing to myself and my community. My unconsciousness is telling me loud and clear that I am on the right path, and I feel so wholesome following the signs.