Hot, hot, hot

Hot, hot, hot. This is how my trip starts. It's around 33 degrees here in Portugal, and I must say that it feels like I'm dying. The trip started in a kind strange of way. I'm now on the train and I don't know why but there's a girl shouting like a parrot every 5m. I'm sweating and this amazingly weird things happening make it feel like a strange video from the 80's. I'm eager to meet everybody and to give a big big hug to Monika and Nele.
Finally I'm inside the plane. Ryanair with its stupid 1 bag only policies made me almost destroy my camera. After some really stressing weeks, I feel a huge relief about making this trip. I was getting too much stressed all the time, and after the last events it's good to relax and to take some time to think. Even knowing that tonight will be to relax, tomorrow a lot of things will happen. I'll meet my first couchsurfer in Belgium, and I'll meet Nele.

After a nice hour of sleep I've realized one thing. Life it's never about the path we follow, or about what happens during it. It's all about what we take from it. I still feel strange, although I think it's just anxiety related to everything that will happen tomorrow. The 3 meetings and a lot of other things make this day yet to come really important.