Day 3 - In a small restaurant for having breakfast - 20 June 2007, 8:30 AM
In a small restaurant for having breafast (I don’t know too much what I ordered - there was potatoes in it)
I feel fragile. That is what describes best my present state. Fragile.
Ulrika is already missing me. That’s as if, suddenly, I was home-sick. Yes, that’s it, home-sick.
(But I don’t know too much where my home is.)
I’m really not sure if I’ll manage to complete this trip. Spain seems so far, unreachable. I drive at 15 km/h, sometimes 7 or 8 km/h going up hill.
If only my bike could suddently break in 2, I would have a good excuse to come back to Leipzig….!