🍋 Sicily -> Sardenia 🚲
Oh sweet, sweet Sicilia. I’m not sure what happened but along the ferry from Italy to Sicily, I lost my favourite hat and gained a new sense of adventure. When I first started my trip, I was gentle! I eased myself into the trip like lowering into a hot bath, the terrain accommodated and I dipped my toe in the waters of cooking for myself, staying in campsites and hotels, checking google maps and komoot *excessively* but now I am totally submerged in the trip (and this weird bathtub metaphor). I am happy to report that something has shifted, it’s been less about the destination and about the minute to minute of what I’m seeing and how i’m feeling, the bird calls outside my tent in the morning, the little orange flowers in the grass under olive trees, the smells coming in on the wind (lately pushing me backwards, like going up a hill all day long on flat…even downhill) and maybe at the very least just a little less afraid of being alone. Sicily for me was a st...