Another sad goodbye

lf there's one thing I hate about travelling, it's the goodbyes...




Goodbyes of your loved one, thrown apart again for another 8 weeks.
Goodbyes of a subcontinent I really came to like, of the Costa Rican sun and its rolling waves. Goodbyes of a warm place in this winter time.
Goodbyes to so many people who died in Madrid, Leen's home this year.
Goodbyes in the past and those to come.



And no goodbyes come along with an empty feeling afterwards, pondering on your memories...

Memories of that georgous food at the beach resto in Montezuma.
Memories of that long hike through the cloud forest in Santa Elena.
Memories of how we bodysurfed on the Pacific waves in Manuel Antonio.
Memories of the pistache nuts and beer we had waiting for that one bus to Uvita.
Memories of playing Kanasta all night until Leen fell sound asleep.



And it's also at these moments you start to look back, with your thoughts at what's going on back home...

Thoughts of a fresh Duvel on a summer terrace.
Thoughts of the breeze on a nice Belgian spring day.
Thoughts of watching the bike classics on Sunday afternoon.
Thoughts of having a morning coffee at work and chatting with Vero, Marleen and Ellen (really!).

Thoughts of playing basketball, and just being there.

You would start to think it's maybe time to come home, no? Well...not just yet. There are so many more reasons to hang around here a little more, and some many more things to see...

Discovering Peru (well a bit of it), meeting up with my brother Andres and Tina!
Changing climate and altitude in Bolivia.
Hablar y aprender un poco mas de Español.
Travelling all the way through to Rio de Janeiro, getting a glimp of Brazil.
Making plans for future travels...

And then, one day, it will be sooner there than I think...




I'll be going back home. Home. Listen to music. Eat a bicky burger. See Leen again. Go back to work. Fall back into routine. Look back and wonder where all this time went.

Have a good one, I am thinking of you.