Even though I have had fun the last 10 days, spending time with my twin sister, her boyfriend and their two little kids, I have to remind myself to keep listening to what my own brain and heart are telling me. I might be part of a twin, I always need my independence (like all human beings) and it's healthy for all of us to listen to our heart as much as possible.
A couple of days ago, while walking on the beach, I had a good talk with my sister. She asked me what my plans were and I realized that I had kind of forgotten about that, since I met up with them. Or not forgotten about it but put my plans on the backburner. As if I had switched to some kind of holiday mode. Which isn't so strange with weather that's like the Summer in The Netherlands and when you're traveling through Portugal in a camper van. Besides that, I'm literally spending most of the nights in a little tent, that they brought along for me. Having camped as a kid every summer with my parents, this really is like holiday.
A little Camping Story
This tent actually almost got me in trouble a day or 5 ago, when the police found us camping in a natural park. There were a couple of people sleeping at that parking space but it was my tent that drew their attention. It was a parking space after all, not a camping. It was around 10 PM when they arrived I had just entered my tent to try and sleep early.
Who is the owner of this tent?
The police arrived
Long story short:
We hadn't seen any sign that told us it was forbidden to camp there.
In the end, they only gave me a warning but filled in a form and I had to identify myself. After they had left, I placed the tent at a little distance from the parking space and we went to sleep. The next morning, I folded up the tent and put it in the camper. Half an hour after I had done so, the police came back to check it the tent had gone. Our camper was still there, but my tent wasn't and they left without approaching us. It was a close call. As the fine would have been hundreds of euros.
And now back to what I was talking about...
I was actually about to talk about focus.
The thing is, I came to Portugal to find myself a place and some land. I didn't come here for a holiday. Besides that, I still got some money to make. And, as Steemit is my only income (if I don't count my (other) cryptocurrency investments), I feel I need to keep blogging. It's kind of tough though, when there's hardly any internet connection around, you are traveling all the time - we are currently on a road trip and driving to another place almost every day - and there's two little kids around too.
The whole point I'm trying to make here, is that there's a chance that - for the umptieth time in my life - I will separate myself from my twin sister - to follow my own path. This is what I'm looking for: a plot of land - in nature - and a little house. A place where I can give (creative) workshops, invite friends and family and spend a lot of time outdoor. I would also love to do film screenings in the open air.
Para Continuar...
In case you wondered, all these pretty pictures were taken by me, in Portugal, over the last couple of days