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I got into San Sebastian after 10pm last night. You have no idea how good it feels to get into a place late like that and know that you can walk back home. You had hoped but of course there were no taxis, yet the town is so safe and you know your way around so naturally that there are no second thoughts about doing it. I was a happy camper, even with 23kg on my back and 5 on the front and I was looking at a 20-30 minute walk home. San Sebastian really is an incredibly beautiful place to walk around in at night, and I felt such a sense of being at home.
I have a lot of homes now actually.
Stepped outside to a bright day and a careless light blue sky this (somewhat) morning. I am so happy to be back here. It´s good to do things more than once.
I’m beginning to feel a little sad about the approaching end of my trip, which will be the here and now in under a couple of weeks time.
I’ve still got some things that I definitely want to post about, regardless of whether I’m on the move or back at home, for example my experience of Switzerland and being at the Guinness Jazz Festival in Cork. Maybe some others as well but I’ll think about those when they get closer to the front of my mind.
This is probably graphic in the extreme but what I feel right now is like something is gnawing along the length my small intestine. And just… the immense need to sigh.
I am sad because I am going to miss all the people I’ve gotten to bump into and swim around with for a while. That in some way describes how I see it - that I’ve been making my way through this big ocean, catching currents some of the time, returning to familiar resting spots other times, and other times yet just keeping on swimming to keep swimming and not have to admit that I wasn’t sure where I was going next. And as I’ve been swimming I’ve been bumping into all sorts of curious, interesting and lovely other fish. We’ll swim together in a small circle for a wee bit and then eventually gently swish ourselves into different directions to continue our own big swims.
I don’t really know if I’m talking about meeting and interacting with other travellers, or just with other people in any mode of life but with me coming from the perspective of traveller. I know that I never stop being a traveller whatever I do, but yet the fear I have now is that I will somehow stop swimming. I want to keep swimming. I like the space, I like the habitats in-between the space. I like bumping into and dancing with other fish. I want to meet so many more fish.
Fish out of water :/
