After long months of travelling, there comes a time when new places stop giving you joy. Picturesque towns, magnificent mountain chains, paradise beaches, dense tropical forests… Slowly, all of start loosing its charm. There is no energy to discover the new. There is no power to try understanding the locals. Instead, there is tremendous longing. Longing for something cosy and familiar. For something like home.
Coming back home was as spontaneous as leaving it. It was all very sudden. I booked the flight, made the luggage, got on the plane and simply appeared on the step door of my house. Just like that. Wihout a single word. Witout preparation, plan and winter shoes. But with tremendous curiosity, how my loved ones will react. They are convinced I am still somewhere in Mexico…
