This week was a turning point of my journey.
- Having an awful Monday and Tuesday morning. I felt like a zombie. It was as if a grey veil was hanging over my face. I could do what I had to do but in a kind of survival mode. Eat, go to school, surf but all of this without joy, colours or tastes. I was numb;
- Realising with the help of a friend that I can’t continue in this state for long. I was exhausted and I could not recover while remaining outside of my comfort zone;
- Fighting through the resistance of aborting my journey. The idea of going home felt like defeat;
- Booking a flight back to Switzerland, even if I had promised to myself to not fly this year. Yet another mouthful of failure;
- Nevertheless, snapping out of my dark hole after having my plan to go back home and after a lesson of surf and yoga, connecting to myself and to nature;
- Enjoying the last few days of Spanish class thanks to Osama, my new motivated classmate;
- Having one of my very few holiday feeling moments in San Sebastián, drinking a beer with some dutch brothers and swiss travellers after my last surf lesson;
- Arriving home on Saturday after 8 hours of bus/plane/train, ending 67 days of travelling in solitude.
