It’s 4 am in the morning and I’m taking the taxi direction Beirut airport. After year and a half in the city I’m leaving behind so many friends, parties, tabboulehs[1], broken hearts!
Do you know that feeling when you’ve found yourself exactly where you’re supposed to be, the air feels as warm as springtime? When you reach an agreement with the universe, and everything falls into place?
These are not the words a boyfriend wants to hear as he arrive at Rome’s Termini train station, an hour before their bus is due to leave for the airport.
After have been backpacking the world in the most challenging and amazing places for almost one and a half year we ended up in Zanzibar, this was going to be our last stop before heading home to Europe and Sweden again.