I’ve traveled a lot in my life, I’ve been to tens of various countries, seen hundreds of places and experienced so much that sometimes it feels like there is not really much new for me out there, and it’s not easy to get as excited about anything as I used to get. Living out of my comfort zone has just somewhat become “normal” and I feel like it’s no longer possible to get my travel experiences even higher.
Broken heart, quite a few fuck-ups, homelessness, debts, depressions, anxiety, lost of trust, getting fired and 15 visited countries as a “patch” to run away from all that…
That was the year 2019 for me.
I got already used to the fact that hardly anything in my life goes according to the plan. All the personal coaches will dislike me, but that’s why I rather never plan. And actually, that’s why my life is sometimes beautiful. Only sometimes though, not always…
My life will always be a never-ending adventure. My initial plan for Portugal was, of course, a bit different. I came to stay in one place till Christmas, and perhaps afterwards come back again. In the end, I stayed at the first place only a week, then involuntarily came back to Lisbon, and nearly returned back to the Czech Republic after only two weeks. But I let it be, didn’t give up and gave Portugal “another chance”.
As the end of the year has come, I also looked back one more time at my life in 2017. I guess it’s become already sort of a yearly habit not to be satisfied enough with how it went 😀 Nevertheless, although this year didn’t really go as I wished either, this year I would like to share my short summary with you, because I believe it’s worth it. If at least one person reads it all and finds in it at least a little kick in their butt, then it surely is. I’ve had another difficult year, yet when I think about it again retrospectively, I think there are reasony to be proud of myself….
I landed at the Lisbon airport. We departed 30 minutes later due to a de-icing of the airplane, but the pilot stepped on the gas and caught up so we arrived almost on time. I’m rewinding the watch one hour back to the Greenwich time. When I was leaving Katowice, it snowed, here we have a nice summer evening temperature of 15°C.
I was supposed to stay at a Couchsurfer’s place who offered me a couch for one night, but I didn’t get any response from her since, so now I have to look for a hostel. Fortunately, it’s not such big trouble for me since it’s off season and there are many hostels which are half-empty and cheap, so I just go to the center and choose one. I’ve used Couchsurfing many times already and always had only good experience, this is the first time I’m going to give a negative reference. Hopefully the last one ever.
To begin with, I’m going to answer the two questions you are about to ask. Why another escape, and why Portugal, respectively. Why am I so restless and can’t just stay and live in one place like normal people do. The simple answer is because I am abnormal. The extended answer you can find on my profile.
Coming back one more time to my Romanian adventures, I would like to make a brief conclusion. As I’ve already said many times in the last months, the good thing about not having anything to lose is that you can only gain (more about that in my first post). And after the past 2 months I can only say I’ve gained really a lot. Adventures, experiences and experience, new contacts, and also new views and ideas. If you hear people talking about stepping out of your comfort zone, I think in these 2 months of adventures I’ve simply become a definition for that
