I am overwhelmed and humbled by the support, messages, and comments. I didn’t know you missed my rambling. Who knew so many of you read my (sleeping) blog. Who are you, more than 1000 people from all around the world? Thank you! I don’t know if this means that I will post more regularly again, but I will try if I feel like I have something to share. I must admit that I have used my blog for my own memory, to remember some of the things I have experienced.  

Adventure is not hanging from a rope from a cliff where the waves crash under your feet, it is an attitude, and an attitude in constant change. Yesterday’s adventure will not always be tomorrow’s adventure. Tomorrow’s adventures will be replaced by new experiences next year and the year after that. I don’t know what will happen a few months, or a year from now, but I am pretty sure something exciting will show up that I will have to try. Until then I’ll keep moving. I know one thing for sure, I will never again do The swimrun world championship, ÖtillÖ, that door is closed, and I tossed the key.

The question this week has been whether the Kili climb was a difficult experience, or easy compared to other adventures? It was hard, but not like other things I have experienced before. And it sounds like it’s a bucket list adventure for many of you. We got fed, we had tents to sleep in, we got coffee every morning, I didn’t have to carry my big mountaineering backpack with crampons, ice axe etc… But it was a little bit difficult to breathe and walk at the same time when you got up high. I felt tired, and I felt old. You walk for seven days, of course it gets a bit tough. And I am not 30 (I know, big surprise) and sleeping on the ground, in a tent for a week, is a bit rough on your body. But I like the outdoors, I like being out and about, no shower, no change of clothes… its refreshing and it makes you appreciate your everyday life more. Some people need the sound of crashing waves, blue skies, sunrises, and endless beautiful landscapes to move. All that sounds amazing, but I don’t mind moon-like conditions, a touch of hypothermia, a bit of fear and hunger. Endless hikes, dust or rain, nights that turn into mornings and days. It is life and it makes you appreciate the beautiful sunrise and when the sun heats up the icy ground and cold winds. Enjoy the ride! It’s a beautiful world.        

Past few weeks I have been at home, cured my lungs after a strange virus, spent time with the family, celebrated Jo’s 26th birthday, had dinners with friends, walked the dogs in the forest, met the book club gals, read a bunch of books. One great thing about adventuring is coming back home.