Day 3 - In a small restaurant for having breakfast


In a small restaurant for having breafast (I don’t know too much what I ordered - there was potatoes in it)

I feel fragile.  That is what describes best my present state.  Fragile.
Ulrika is already missing me.  That’s as if, suddenly, I was home-sick.  Yes, that’s it, home-sick.

(But I don’t know too much where my home is.)

I’m really not sure if I’ll manage to complete this trip.  Spain seems so far, unreachable.  I drive at 15 km/h, sometimes 7 or 8 km/h going up hill.
If only my bike could suddently break in 2, I would have a good excuse to come back to Leipzig….!

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