It all did not begin in Delft. Obviously.
But Delft is where it really came to life.
My travel-running-wishful-thinking blog (if in any doubt, check the title again!)
So please come with me where I am afraid most of my friends might be bored to death coming along, and I almost expect to see them wince and uncomfortably fidget every time I begin a sentence with “oh I remember when I was in…” or “that happened to me in [insert random country] but…” sort-of-rant. You are at an advantage, you can just quickly click yourself away from here!
As I begin to try to give a story line to all that (and don’t forget the running!), my fingers are itching to start checking flights. To South Something – Sudan, Asia, America….
But I will resist that urge for now, and really begin my story from the middle – the present.
If you can bear with me, I am pleased to interlude you to my first Blog Post: Half Marathon, or how much exactly I… h-a-t-e running!!