Packing up again.

It seems like my bags have stayed idle for too long and they are calling me out to explore again. I've spent the longest time in Slovakia in the past two years- two whole months! It's been a blessing mainly as a time of rest and rediscovering what I love so much about being back home. Food, public transport arriving uncompromisingly on time, speaking Slovak properly again, walking around in the tiny historical downtown in Bratislava with an ice cream cone, the spring scent of blooming front gardens in our tiny streets. 

This week I am wrapping up my internship at the Slovak Atlantic Commission, giving last pre-travel hugs to friends and family, and receiving all sorts of advice on how to survive "in the mysterious African lands". I wish sub-Saharan Africa was more known to Slovaks (and to the world in general) so that going there wouldn't seem any more dangerous (and, if we are to talk honestly, savage) than going to Brazil or "the Holy Land". But I interpret the travel warnings from my loved ones as signs of care rather than as a sense of discrimination against any particular world region. I believe a piece of the anxiety about the unknown always chips off of them when I get home safe and sound, with a pocketful of great memories, pictures and souvenirs (oh their joy over every new fridge magnet!).

So for those ever more curious among my readers, I made a little flight snap for Thursday:

Vienna -> Lisbon with a few hour overlay to explore the city -> Luanda on Friday morning = around 10 hours of flight time and a time change of only 1 hour :)

And my baby on the other end of the red line.