It has begun! The journey has finally started, and it feels so surreal. On an early Sunday morning, July 7th 9. The first week of July we got a little used to what it feels like to be homeless. We had to leave our house on the first of July, but my wonderful mom and sister were so sweet to take us in. We wanted to wait for two babies, one of Rubens sister and one of his brother. Just days before we were heading off we visited both newborns.
So lovely to see these beautiful new bundles of joy. But we were ready to go. And that brings us to that Sunday morning. Though it feels more like a little ride around the park. Driving fast to devour a large number of kilometers appeared to be not the best idea. Both of our bikes are all-road: lovely to find some nice dirt ways through the forest and have some stretches of asphalt, but not particularly build to run full speed on a highway.
Certainly not with all our gear packed to the back. So we took it slow. The first day brought us through the Netherlands and Belgium into the north of France. We passed a forest where we found a lovely field with those typical round bales of hay.
Perfect for our first night in the wild. Another day with slow kilometers brought us to Imke and her parents. We were welcomed with so much love that we decided to stay a little longer than planned. It was a bliss to spend time with the family.
So great to hear about their adventures and to learn from their years of experience. Yet good times come and go, and unfortunately this journey will also be full of saying goodbyes to wonderful people. We head off, kilometers further south. Learning from our own little bits of experience we decided to avoid highways and drove through perfectly winding roads in the gorgeous landscape of southern France.
