Sweden week one - Landing
I'm writing here from week four in Sweden, looking back on the last few weeks.
After a few days of leisurely travel via Denmark, we arrived without really getting anywhere. The feeling of not really being anywhere had already reached me during the journey from Portugal to Germany. The attempt to understand it and find my bearings was also successful from the outside. Only my body was so tense and nervous that I had to ask myself whether I was really okay or whether I had once again fallen into a survival mode that simply works well.
When car camping, I always ask myself the question: stay or drive on? One night or two?
I decide on the spur of the moment, as I learned last year to be more spontaneous and not to insist so rigidly on my decisions. The first week I was still driven by the goal of getting a little further north, but at the same time I was also aware of why? I don't really have a destination. Am I not in Sweden because otherwise I would have had to rent accommodation somewhere anyway? Somehow yes and no.
The first place you can see here in the photos was our second and first real one. We landed here and it was very good. The next one was full and uncomfortable (no photos), but the one after that was great again and a gift, also from a human point of view.
For me, there is always the risk of retreating into my comfort zone - I can be very good alone - even if it seems brave from the outside, it is usually the opposite for me.
After regularly waving off my courage, I have now realized that it is also brave for me. But unlike daring to travel alone, courage for me is to meet myself all the time while traveling. No matter how often I change places or drive on and on, I can't get past myself. Stopping and pausing again and again is probably the most challenging thing about traveling alone. It is not without reason that they say that traveling is healing.
If you're interested in my trip, you can get more day-to-day insights on Instagram in the stories and highlights!
