Sa Pa is beautiful on the square. But my most beautiful memory so far is not about the mountains, but about an unexpectedly gifted half day.
286. | Release
Instead of letting go, I now believe in integration. The pains of the past have not disappeared – I have learned to live with them. And to be happy.
285. | The shaman
Sometimes a single sentence can work on us for years. This story is about how a piece of advice I received sixteen years ago changed me.
284. | My breathing
I’ve been missing writing for the past few weeks. I know exactly why, and I don’t regret it at all. While I was breathing differently, The Miracle is Already Here project was born.
283. | China
China was my childhood dream. Six days, countless obstacles, broken systems, and unexpected help. In the end, I didn’t get to know China better, but myself.
282. | Hanoi and the current teaching
A day in Hanoi, an unexpected coffee invitation, a refused use of the bathroom and a night train ride. Every encounter teaches you something.
281. | Ninh-Binh
Ninh Binh became twenty-two days instead of four. A beautiful place, a shared journey, and 2,876 memories that proved surprisingly difficult to put into words.
280. | A change in the method of travel
Accommodation, city, country, direction. The price of freedom is constant choice. Sometimes an old song says more than any map.
279. | About cafes
I really like coffee with eggs. But if I had to choose, maybe I’d settle for a sunflower seed. They should be accompanied by a smile without sugar.
278. | The last days on Cat Ba Island
Islands. Green and blue sea. I’ve been to a place in the world that is beautiful to look at even in a photograph. And with my own eyes, it’s simply incredible.