It’s new moon again. During the last one we were still in Sydney, learning to let go of most of our physical belongings, friends and a place we called home. Now, again, we are letting go of a month of arriving in Europe. I feel today I finally am here. I have finally arrived, not only with my body, but my soul as well. Always on long-haul flights, it takes a while to assemble both back together. The soul travels at a much slower, more natural rhythm, not 920 km/h.

When we went for a walk this after-noon along the river Danube, we observed yet another grant thunderstorm which has been cooling down hot and humid summer days in the past week within a matter of minutes. Fascinated, we watched a huge, dark, thundering front eat up the baby blue patch of a sunny sky. A hot breeze changed to a strong wind. Branches cracked in the trees and lightnings brought smiles and amazement to my little boys’ eyes. We canned our playground plans and took shelter in the nearest Café which offered Ice-Coffee.

Here I realized that we had finally managed to slow down our rhythm, something our journey is about. We didn’t quit our jobs and settled life in Sydney to keep rushing through the days, weeks, months and years, but instead breathe and be more, and do less. It took almost a month to slow down the rhythm, but we are adjusting gradually and Pablo is learning to help with some house chores too. It’s a new life, it’s a new day… Tomorrow we will be picking up our mobile home, then get our papers sorted and soon we’ll be heading south. Viva la vida loca!

If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea. Antoine de Saint-Exupery.