We leave the bubble of our Hungarian home. We made an account on TrustedHousesitters, committed to 4 homes, and are off to our first in Pescara. Our plan is to care for other people’s pets while we live in the home of the owners. House-sitting enables you to see the country from another perspective and have the heart-warming interactions with pets.
The tapestry of being self sufficient becomes complex. There, lilac flowers hanging to dry turning deeper purple against the wooden structure that once held corn to dry, I notice a beauty I would have admired while travelling past: now it’s where I am.
Seeing, sitting from an old barn, birds accidentally flying in while buzzing overhead from insects nestling in the wooden ceiling, I know there’s no turning back into a style that I once, and still, longed for.
Since my late 30’s I started to desire my own home but it was a mild desire. Traveling always had the priority, until I reached the 45 and it became obvious I spend more time in camp spots than on the bicycle. Now that Geo and I have an own home, including 4 cats (accidently 3 too many) I find it remarkable that the pull to get back home and water-bath my tomatoes is rather strong.
Is the limit based on being-away time before this homely pull kicks in, or is it the destination that we set which has been reached?
Suddenly I am less than a meter away from other people. Hordes of them are flowing past me and I am among a melange of holiday makers, culture seekers and youngsters going for adventure in Zagreb. Glad that I washed myself properly at the warm water basin before I mingled. Glad as well that I was born in 1972 where countries were still very much distinguished when I traveled through them.
Cycling Cindy