My social life – as one can expect - has been an intricate odyssey with multiple streamlines that have caused me to meet some of the finest people on the plant, and for that, I am grateful.
One of the best chapters of this odyssey is the one involving my oldest friend of all; she is a German whom I haven’t met in person ever in my life. We started writing each other 12 years ago, specifically in January 1996, since then we have been sharing the good and bad in life through all means of communications but never face to face.
Even my best friends, whom I shared my actual daily life with, have not been around since that long.
I am meeting her this September… we planed to meet in Germany and then go on a road trip up to Denmark, cross it from South to North, and from Hirtshals catch a ferry to Norway, spend sometime there in Kristiansand and then back to Germany again.
This plan was hers and I don’t think I could have thought of any better plan for a “first” meet with an “old” friend.
There is something intriguing about road trips; they are like cruising life at 120 KM per hour. The cars that pass you by, the faces you only see glimpses of and the obstructions you meet are a detailed mystical account of your lifetime.
How many people have you failed to get to know better and when you realized it, they were already miles away? How many turns have you wished you had taken? …and how many you wished you had missed? How many red signs you – still – wish you stopped at?
No matter how your road turns out to be it is always the people riding with you who matters, family, friends, soul mates or loved ones; those are the ingredients of your existence and those are the real journey of your life.
I am leaving next Monday to add another episode to this part of my journey that has started 12 years ago. I’ll be trying to blog this episode live.
One of the best chapters of this odyssey is the one involving my oldest friend of all; she is a German whom I haven’t met in person ever in my life. We started writing each other 12 years ago, specifically in January 1996, since then we have been sharing the good and bad in life through all means of communications but never face to face.
Even my best friends, whom I shared my actual daily life with, have not been around since that long.
I am meeting her this September… we planed to meet in Germany and then go on a road trip up to Denmark, cross it from South to North, and from Hirtshals catch a ferry to Norway, spend sometime there in Kristiansand and then back to Germany again.
This plan was hers and I don’t think I could have thought of any better plan for a “first” meet with an “old” friend.
There is something intriguing about road trips; they are like cruising life at 120 KM per hour. The cars that pass you by, the faces you only see glimpses of and the obstructions you meet are a detailed mystical account of your lifetime.
How many people have you failed to get to know better and when you realized it, they were already miles away? How many turns have you wished you had taken? …and how many you wished you had missed? How many red signs you – still – wish you stopped at?
No matter how your road turns out to be it is always the people riding with you who matters, family, friends, soul mates or loved ones; those are the ingredients of your existence and those are the real journey of your life.
I am leaving next Monday to add another episode to this part of my journey that has started 12 years ago. I’ll be trying to blog this episode live.
