I arrived in Napoli, happy to see Lana (A canadian from the first hostel) had made it. The ride was good, and I'm glad I was able to make the 48km with everything on my back and bike. It makes me feel very portable.
A word about travelling. I think that only when you're lost are you really experiencing something different. When you're not lost, you have a goal, you're moving in a specific direction and you're aware of it, even if you might be taking a vacation from your path in life. Being lost makes one feel that they're not moving towards something (even though they might be). You forget that you have a future ahead of you and have no idea what your very next step in life might be. You might even feel alone. Being lost is scary. But its only when you're lost, when you can't see if you're walking towards a specific something, that you can truly experience a place or a moment without being distracted by why you're really there.
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