For 6 months of last year I was knee deep in our European slow travel road trip planning.
Each day after dropping the kids at school I’d high tail home to photograph, advertise and sell our household possessions or research some form of our trip.
Often the people who were buying our things were on, or, returning from adventure themselves.
The young French couple who bought our car fridge for the 4WD they’d renovated. They were about to travel around Australia and were infectiously excited I could feel it.
I joked with the gentleman who bought the bike racks for his car (he cycles rather than hikes – because of his knees) about meeting him on the Camino one day. I hardly knew anything about the Camino on that day – oddly coincidental that I’m currently about to embark on it.
I got the sense from the couple with young kids who bought our dining room chairs that they had post adventure blues. They had just come back from a few years in Sth America. I know that feeling.
I felt like I was part of a club. An adventure club. These were my people. Continue reading The come down after the BIG adventure. Forward motion (8) thoughts.