Im in Rome. Yesterday I spent the day seeing some of the tourist things; the Vatican, Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, lots of churches, and finally I arrived at the Spanish steps. I arrived just before sunsent, and as I sat down, I listened to a pair of Italian men playing guitar and singing various songs including coldplay, greenday, italian language songs and familiar songs from a few years back. The sun set over the rooftops, there were crowds of people walking and sitting enjoying the end of a beautiful day, the music of the guitars drifted through the air and it happened, the very climax of my travels itself, a moment that I’ve had a few times and is the reason I keep going. The feeling that at this moment in time, all is right. It is more than a feeling, far stronger than an inkling, it is the knowledge that I am content, and at that particular moment, there was nowhere else in the entire world I would rather be. That is the highpoint of travelling, it is what keeps me going place to place. It is the ultimate goal, and the trip is but a quest to find it and hold onto it for a time in each country I visit. I’ve never had that feeling as strong or as often as on this trip, and it is still hard to come by even here, and it is what will keep me travelling my entire life.
I went to the bank machine today, it said my card was out of credit.It wouldnt even give me 20 bucks, but it would give me 10 bux two times.I hate banks. My plan was to leave Rome tommorrow and skip germany and head to Croatia. From Croatia I would head to Prague, and from Prague to Amsterdam.I’ve had a massive yearning to go to Croatia since near the beginning of my trip, and two days ago I had decided to do it.Tonight as I was walking back up the highway to my camp ground I decided that with train schedules and money troubles, I would only be able to spend a couple nights in Northern Croatia,and I wanted to see it all. So instead I will be making my way to Prague for Friday at the latest, then on to Amsterdam next week, and then home in 11 days. Everytime I look at the date, I get a panicky feeling of not being able to fit it all in and just this fear that I wont ever see it all. It is irrational and a waste of time, but it happens, so I’ve promised myself I am returning here, to visit all the places I have been and everywhere I missed. Hold me to it.