So without making a comment about how this blog as a means to document my travels has been pretty much a failure, and resisting the temptation to make more promises, and ignoring the fact that it is a new year when I get good for a couple of weeks at such promises, I will just say with no small hint of sadness that we are now into the last days (the last week expired yesterday) of our European adventure. How did this happen? Well if I had bloody well written this thing, I might be able to look back and see, but instead I'll have to live with the fact that I'm living in the moment, moment by moment, and can only go by how I feel. We are back in Berlin and I feel immensely contented (or if you are content, are you just content? I suppose you can't be partially content). I feel all my doubts and worries about whether what I was doing was the right thing to be doing melt away, and I feel very happy about all the projects, all the cities, all the experiences and all the fun I/we have had. And of course I don't want to leave. Which is funny because when I first arrived I remember thinking 'I'm not sure if I even want to be here' and then thinking 'well, enjoy it now because by the end you won't want to leave' (thats the sort of internal dialogue way that I think). And sure enough, Toby and I are making all sorts of resolves to somehow return. Maybe we will. But for the moment, we are enjoying every minute.
