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10’000 hours.
It takes 10’000 hours of practice to master a skill. Recap after a year of cycling and sewing from France to Istanbul and back.
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Cake for breakfast in Albania.
“First time in Albania?” the border guard asks me, while he looks at my passport. “Yes.” I answer. After he figured out my name and tipped a few things in his computer he hands me back my document and asks: “Last time?” “No!” I say, smile and walk away.
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Wood chopping princess – a sewing project.
You want to feel and dress like a princess but you also have to chop wood? Because you live in a beautiful medieval house but that also means you are heating your place with fire? If that is the dilemma you are facing everyday when getting dressed; I found the solution! And if not, you…
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Interwoven memories.
A sweater from a Bulgarian secondhand shop. The yellow vest that saved my life while cycling to Istanbul. A crochet blanket made by a south Italian granny. Each of these items would have never been worn by myself again, if I am very honest. I would have still kept them though. Makes no sense? Every…
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Questioning my Goldfish brain. (thoughts after cycling 5’052 kilometres)
Did I arrive? Where did I intend to go then? After cycling 5’052 kilometres to the south of Turkey I find myself in a sudden moment of calmness. I can’t help but wonder if I arrived at my destination. But I have never had one. If there is no destination how do you know, when…
kesityu. 