Sunday.
I am eating super duper amazing breakfast. It’s warm in my flat. Drinking nice coffee cup. Life is GOOD. NO. Life is easy and GREAT.
Happy days.
1 month earlier….
5.30 am in the morning I am eating what they gave me for breakfast. Can’t find coffee… where the fuck is coffee? NO CHOICE. No shops. Next camp 20 km away. It’s raining. Our tent is wet. I am cold. The platform on which the tent was put was super hard. The mat did not do a good job. It WAS the HARDEST BED I ever slept on. I had lump on my feet. I finished the so called breakfast, put the backpack on. I keept going. I started walking slowly, happy to be back on the road, regardless of the sore feet, the rain, I kept walking...
This was my dream holiday -Patagonia. So fortunate I made it! Despite all the wet roads and cold tent nights Patagonia’s memories put a smile on my face. Always.
Stay strong. Appreciate what you have. Now.
