This is the first time I’m having a real blog. I’ve kept a diary for a couple of years already though, but I’ve never really shared any of my notes. I’ve always thought and dreamed about sharing some notes or thoughts. I just never dared to take the step.

The only way of going somewhere is by starting with a single step. Every kilometer starts with one meter.

I can’t plan what I’ve never done before. So the only way to do it is by just starting it. And from that point improvising I guess. And I quite like to improvise. Just eyes closed jumping in a new project and then seeing how it develops. I love new experiences. The experience of something new to learn, to read or to taste. I still remember the first time I drank red wine. It was in Spain with friends I met on the way. Or the first time I tasted those bright green delicious olives. Hmm, I loved it. The same journey. The same way. My life-changing pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostella. I can promise you I’ll write much more about that journey in future blogs.

So much to write, so much to think, to do, to dream, to taste. And I want to do all of it.

I will write. But I won’t plan. I just do. And improvise.