Wageningen

It is a special place. A place I grew up, where I have friends and most importantly it is where my loving parents live. A place I can always call my home...

Last night I was reading my travelguide Footprint (I carry 2, one about Central America and one about South America) and my eyes fell on Suriname, a country more or less bordering Venezuela and Brazil. I always knew there where 2 places that are named Wageningen. One is located in the Netherlands, the other resides in Suriname. While reading just 3 sentences, I knew there is only one hotel to stay a night. The name of the hotel Hotel de Wereld... there is also one in Holland, where WorldWar 2 ended by means of the signature on the Treaty of Surrender by some General of the German Army on May 5, 1945.

I am now in Mexico, its capital to be precise. I was thinking to stay here maybe until October, because I thought I need to work, because money is running out. However I cannot. May 3 will approximately be the day Ronaldiño will be on the move again. Then I will have spent 4 full months in DF. Four months of partying, studying and exploring Central Mexico. I feel the need to move on again. My Spanish has improved tremendously, and with the time ahead it will grow and grow.

I also feel, slowly, that my travelling time will come to an end. I changed my flight ticket to 16 July 2006. Almost 11 months of travelling will have passed by then. I still want to travel through Central America, through South America, work in New Zealand and Australia, take a ferry to Indonesia, get to Korea, Japan, China and take the Siberia train back to Europe. This continues to be my dream. There is however a difference between dreams and realities.

Maybe I will find a way to continue making footsteps, as I found a way to travel to the place where I am now. I ended a life, which was good; lived in an appartment, working a fine job. Now I wonder to what I will return to.

I wonder how I can return home, to a life in Holland
I wonder how I can return back to an old life that I left
For all, I guess, it is certain
I will not be able to return to my former way of living

But what is truth and what is reality?
These are questions I struggle to answer
I try to seek a path in which I can be truly happy

Maybe my trip will be over in July
I truly hope it will not, but whatever happens
I know it will not be an end
it will be a new beginning
and it scares the living hell out of me