Even when I was little, I loved travelling – to my grandma, to the seaside, to our weekend cottage in the mountains…the destination wasn’t so important – the journey itself was the “main event”…so, when I knew we were going somewhere, I used to count days by counting how many times I have to go to sleep before the actual steady-ready-GO time. That hasn’t changed until today…

Last year a friend of mine and I celebrated our birthdays together. Eleven of us rented a house in the mountains and spent the weekend there. On Saturday it started to snow heavily…and when we woke up the next day – everything was covered with snow…
This year we rented the same house… and I have to go to sleep eight more times before we take off… 

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