Before the journey

It's time to pack, but there's really not much to do, I'm taking my trusty rucksack which always serves me well as a small cabin bag that fits easily under the seat in front of me. Throughout the day, I listened to Montaigne's Essays read in Polish. It was a longish adventure – after 25 years I returned to this text last November, but I couldn't/didn't want to follow the narrative every day. I've changed over the years, in the past I used to be more impressed, now I'm ready to argue every so often, and I think it's a good sign ;) Nonetheless, mostly enjoyed the listening.

I feel tension, kind of anxiety, Reisefieber. I think it's because Fred is not flying with me, he has to go to work tomorrow, and even more importantly, he has a doctor appointment on Wednesday. I'll be ok on my own, and he'll be ok on his own, just prefer us travelling together, it's more fun, I couldn't dream of a better companion.

‘Tis a rare fortune, but of inestimable solace; to have a worthy man, one of a sound judgment and of manners conformable to your own, who takes a delight to bear you company. Words of wisdom :)