Where we stand in the end

I look now into my dorm bed, covered with almost all of the things I possess right now. It's funny, confusing, and scary to think that all I have now, fits into a 48L backpack.
I'm scared, sometimes hungry, tired, and in the end, many were the times when I asked myself what was I doing here.
I came here with someone who actually was way more than a friend, and now all I have is some friends I meet for 4 days. It's exhausting to think that every time that happens, I need to say goodbye to someone I just started to see as a friend.
Life is this. Meeting people, sharing stories, crying, laughing and feeling what fills your heart even after something stupid that happened in one more day.
I'm always afraid I won't meet more persons like this, and that I won't be able to continue as I should. In the end I meet people like Emily and Marleen, that filled my heart with things I can't put in words. They made me realize how beautiful this bug of traveling is, and how things could be. I just feel sorry for those who spend so much time trying to find something in them, traveling or not, and in the end they can't see that this was never about us. It's about those flowing into our lives.
We live for 60, 70 years, and in the end, all I have and all I will have is this minutes where we shared laughs and tears with a complete stranger you met on a day like many other ones.

Correr o mundo

I've been posting sometimes in this link http://blogues.publico.pt/corrermundo/author/filipeteixeira/. It's hard to post things in both blogs, but I'll do my best to keep them updated. Laos it's not the best place for blogging in the world as the internet is not always available.

Day 5

Plane to Brussels. I'm still not sure when I will feel what Sarah warned me about. Probably this is me. Two persons told me already that I'm not Portuguese at all but a citizen of the world instead. I love traveling and I'm almost sure that after this 6 months I will feel that I can't stop for too long.
For now I have several challenges ahead. Meeting Malle, Sarah and to start this trip. It's strange for me to understand and see how I am reacting to life changing things, like this. I might be crazy, smart, or I might even have a problem. In the end I'm more scared of other things than actually for this crazy trip.
I don't want to repeat myself too much, but I'm sure that this log will be about what I'm experiencing and never about the usual things you can see in travel guides.

Day 3 - Porto

One more train. I'll be in Porto and strangely I don't see any midgets flying or alcoholics shouting in German, or even pink elephants on the train. I guess this time I will have a normal train ride somewhere. Boy is playing on my iPod, and my heart is pumping blood, filling me with adrenaline. The train rushes and swivels, swinging through the tracks. Two ladies chat loudly right next to me.
Then I feel it. Goosebumps make me realize at last that for the first time, since some time ago, I'm almost ready to travel. I'm happy, excited and thrilled to start this trip but I must say that I'm also a little bit scared. It's impossible for us to realize how big the world is out there, till we make the first step to go around it.

Day 1

I started my trip traveling to Aveiro to meet my dad. As usual I found strange things on the train, such as a drunk guy talking in "English", and shouting to invisible foreigners, while he was punching the windows.
I think that it was there when I started to realize some things about this trip and what was about to come.
Today I don't have much time to write, but I wanted mainly to talk about the anxiety that slowly grows inside me.
It's a strange feeling, as I never had it before, and I never had this kind of pressure on my chest. I guess that not even when I presented my master thesis and so on, I felt like this. For now, all I can do is wait. My next stop will be Brussels where I will meet Malle, and where I'm sure I will have more time to write some things.