Quick note: this time I am finally taking the untold advice to split up posts, which means, that this lacks a lot of things that I still need (and want) to write. I will write them but be patient with me. I have lots of things to do and when I don't have anything to do, I wander around my new home to discover more of it - which, mind you, is also a necessity for me to be able to write more. I am thinking a lot but until they invent a computer that writes down you...

So, I am basically already off to my next adventure but then, seeing the way my life is organized at this moment, it is also hard to draw a line (other than geographic) between one adventure and the next. There is little time to catch my breath in between. So I will just stick to geographic lines and say, I am off to Colombia - finally! I will write again, once I have spent enough time there to know what I can or should be writing, which will probably be several ...

Guess, what, I had five hours in the train, full of the impressions of my last four days in Italy, but it was only few days since I last wrote so this will be short and painful - well, hopefully not for you... So I left the place near Lecco by bike on Monday morning. Well, actually, Sunday I hadn't been in Italy either, because we played a floorball tournament in Switzerland (and won!). And who would have guessed - when I needed a ride home from a place in the...

I couldn't stop myself this time - or rather, I didn't manage to post this in 2 or 3 parts, which would probably have been more appropriate. So either read it when you have lots of time, or split it yourself ;)I have been living in Italy for long enough now to forget half of my Spanish (which is bad news) and swap it for Italian. So next to not being able to talk proper German as I keep mixing it with Dutch, now I am also not able to speak either Italian or Spani...

I haven't written for some time, because, quite simply, there isn't really anything to say. I am staying with an Italian family with two boys, in the countryside, close to Milano. My life here couldn't be more different from the life in Turkey. In Turkey, quite frankly, the family I was staying with, inhabited a different world, a world I didn't know and had no desire to get to know. A world where, sad to say, humans didn't seem to count for much, and material po...