I've been away for 100 days. One hundred days... It's quite a long time, isn't it?

Before I left home, I had a few really stressful months. I worked a lot, I studied a 5 week course just before Christmas and for a while I couldn't wait to escape from everything. Then the trip came closer and I started to feel nervous, I didn't really have time to prepare myself for the trip and now all of a sudden I was going. When I sat on the train to Copenhagen, I still didn't realize that I was actually going.

The flight from Madrid to Buenos Aires was quite unpleasant. Nobody on the plane seemed to speak English and I didn't speak a word of Spanish. I already felt homesick, but I started to get a bit excited for my trip. I had no idea where I would go or what I would do but I knew that I would just have to decide whenever I felt like it was time to go somewhere new.

My time in Buenos Aires was not the most happy time, I felt quite unsafe (especially because of the traffic) and I felt really lonely. It was hard to find someone to talk to and I felt like I wasn't really me when I spoke to people. Things got better when I met Amanda and her friends, but they were going back home and I couldn't come with them further than Uruguay.

The loneliness stopped after about 3 weeks, when I was in Brazil. I loved Brazil, mainly because of all the people I met. I had a happy time there and I felt like I could just be myself. I had some down days, which is not very uncommon. You can't always be super happy and social, or at least I can't. Sometimes I need me time, but that is hard to get when you are always staying in dorms.

Life felt quite ok, or even better, all the way through Brazil and Paraguay. In Sucre, Bolivia, I felt like my emotions were riding a roller coaster. I felt so happy, I met amazing people and I had such a good time, but the homily feeling made me feel so homesick. I longed for family and friends, I wanted to show them this wonderful place and I felt stupid for not being happy when I had such a good time. I think this was the first time I actually cried, poor Rich who had to comfort me, but it felt so good. I guess I was quite exhausted of traveling that fast for about 1,5 months without having a decent break.

The last few weeks have been hard as well. I've had a really good time, but I've also been really homesick and I think the fact that me and Simona have been talking about home, friends and family a lot made it worse in a way. At the same time, I'm happy to have been with someone who understood the feeling.

I felt like I wanted to plan my last time a little bit more to make time go by faster. I booked my ticket home and I started to plan how to get to Cuba, from where I will fly home. After deciding to just do Colombia and Cuba, booking the flight from Medellin to Cuba and planning the first 3 stops in Colombia, I felt really happy. That feeling disappeared after a few days though and it just felt like an eternity until I would go home. I feel like I need something to destruct myself, from thinking about home, because when I'm destructed I feel happy and so lucky to be in this beautiful part of the world. But as soon as I go to bed, I start thinking about what I will do when I come home. Who I will meet, what I will eat, what I want to do this summer and what will happen after the summer. So many thoughts and it all makes me nauseous.

Traveling is one of the best things in the world. I've done so many amazing things, seen wonderful places and met lovely people, but it's not always easy. Sometimes you feel lonely. Sometimes you feel like all you want to do is lying in your moms lap,but it is all worth it. Because you will end up with amazing memories, new friends and more experience. And the best of all, everybody that loves you will be there to welcome you when you decide to go back.