I'm pretty sure the moment I landed back in Portugal I was incredibly sad for saying goodbye to the freedom I felt in Switzerland, but mostly, because I was saying goodbye to Rome, the very first place I had fallen in love for.
I fell in love with the food, the sounds, the culture, the very noisy streets and loud coursing Italians. I went crazy over souvenirs and out of the blue I wanted to take everything home with me, so I could show everybody how awesome Rome had been. And the moment I was forced to go home I even twisted my ankle in Milan (a very disappointing hour in this city I must say) and almost lost my flight back home. The funny part is I remember thinking missing the flight and staying in Italy a little longer wasn't such a bad idea.
But the truth is I have trouble writing. I'm not one of those people who can just put every experience into words. I can't write on deadlines and I cannot write when others ask me to. My writing comes as an emotion almost. It's just something I can't control! It's like my hands move on their own and I send it all out to the paper.
After landing a summer job with a seven months contract, I started thinking that maybe I could save some money and invest it on a trip, so I started looking for places to go. I had it all planned out, as I was going to Madrid, Barcelona, Seville, Cordoba and Granada. I even had the conversation with my boyfriend (at the time) saying I wanted to go alone and see If I could pull it off. He said sure, but being the total ass that he was, he never really cared about it.
And if that person doesn't show up in your life, all you actually need is yourself! I know it's hard to believe when nobody else does, but trust me that you are much stronger than you think, and don't listen to other people's opinions. They don't know you as well as you do. And what if you fail? What if you go back home crying with fear? Well, you'll still be amazing because you went for it, you tried, you didn't let fear stop you from getting on the flight! Trust yourselves ladies! We can do anything we want!
All I know is that my Backpacking trip around Europe would never have happened if it wasn't for that person, so I'm more than grateful for fate to join us at that time.
I then changed my mind last minute and decided I was not going to let fear stop me, and I went to Eastern Europe. I crossed Slovenia, Croatia, Hungary, Austria, Czech Republic, Slovakia where I met a Portuguese girl and ended up traveling to Poland to stay with her, and then I saw myself travelling to the Baltic countries (Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia) with two Portuguese girls, and ended up in Germany before returning home to Portugal.
I mean, how can I not fell proud about that?
What's next for travelling with rita?
Obviously I was on my way back home already thinking about where I was going next. So what I have now are just ideas of the places I want to explore next, some of them I'll get there this year.
On my bucket list for this year I got Ireland, Scotland, Spain, Italy (again and always!), Bosnia, Serbia, Bulgaria, Romania, Turkey, Greece and Morocco.