One week thoughts, one day thoughts

First week' reflections:

My choices:

I knew this was a good idea. I firmly believed it. I not only still believe it but I am living it.

Sure I could have waited longer to have time enough to set things up and leaving with a lot of means and sponsors’ support. To settle matters that would grant the success of this idea.

As far as I know the meantime taken for preparation by people who attempts a challenge like this one is over one year.

I have left two months after the idea came to my mind.

This is my first choice.

I am fully aware of the risk that I am taking as well as of the needs that I have, and I am working on fixing them. But I don’t think that they would prevent me from succeeding.

I am self confident.
I am not crazy at all.

I have the means that will bring me to my next destination today, and I work to have the means that will provide me the opportunity of reaching every other next destination, not only in this journey, but in my life.

As well as I intend to do it in the most efficient and comfortable way.

I don’t like suffering, not at all.

I like analyzing situations before choosing a way of acting, but I do like acting. So I do act which by the way I think is the best means of gaining credibility.

As for the 2^nd choice, it has to do with the language for communicating with people.

I wish to speak every language, but I don’t.

I guess I get the hang of Spanish, I am fairly good in French and I manage to well communicate in English.

Anyway, I have no time for writing my chronics in each of these three languages so I choose it depending on people who is straight concerned by the experiences that I try to put in words.

It’s that simple.

I apologize to the others who do not understand and with whom I certainly wish to share these experiences.

I will try to do my best for the chronics as well as for the site.

As for the mistakes, I highly hope to improve my skills during this journey!

Today’s reflections:

Ruminations en route:

9.30 a.m. Rolling somewhere on N1 close to the Belgian border.

I look front while cycling: the sun is rising wet through the mist. I am in route for one hour now. I stop suddenly, turn backwards and take my journal with the violet pen “de la rue Le Pic”.

I feel the need to write down what’s on in my mind.

“Even if I arrive to Amsterdam and I can not hold on this journey, all of this would have been worth.

If only I could make people I meet feel involved, touched, by the spirit of this project it would have been worth.

Anyway I firmly believe I will succeed.

And it would be thanks to all of you: from people who host me, to who read the blogs and send me a post or even people en route who merely share a single smile with me.

I want to help people to get motivated in their day-to-day, to contribute to render them a little more special…as they do motivate and support me.

I wish to manage to share with them the state of being conscious of life itself, I mean, to realize that we are alive right now and that we have the choice of doing whatever help us to feel better… whatever help us to fight for our convictions.

The sun has prevailed over the mist. Sunny route!.

I keep on rolling."

Welcome to Belgium... nice to meet you again.

Ruminations @ the border of the route:

I have been rolling for a week so far.

I started last Sunday from Paris.

Today, I have left France and maybe last night has been the last one there. At least for one year I hope!

Last 4 years have been a pleased stage; I have kept growing up and enriched myself a lot. I have met people who will always be there in my life.

My path is now crossing a new border...