In Toronto I nostalgically watched a girl who was riding her bicycle back home (probably after a long day at work) with dinner in the little front basket. That day I think I was missing home, my old home, but no, I was missing the road, my new home.
Being on a long trip like this means always being on the go. I’m always going and rarely coming back.
The first and the hardest goodbye was from my safe haven, my parents.
While I was still in Whitehorse (Yukon, Canada) I saw that I could get to Yellowstone Park two ways, from the west or by a longer route, through the main entrance to the north via Gardiner.
I exchanged emails with a few park rangers and made an appointment to meet with one of them, Matt, in the ranger station at the main gate.
Now I had to plan how to get there.
My route has changed a lot, I plan and re-plan the route that I'm going to take a month in advance. I'm always talking to people and checking the news.
On the way there was something else interesting, a city named Helena. Helena is the name of my mother (and as a friend said, always a synonym of home to me).
Helena is the capital of Montana and has an impressive and serious capitol building surrounded by impeccable gardens, and also there are big houses and delicate historic buildings, beautiful and fun.
The number of artists in Helena is impressive. The city has a restless and creative atmosphere, typical of art.
I’m passionate about art. I don’t understand much about art theory but art has always fed my heart.
It was there that through an incredible series of magical and inexplicable events I got to know one of the artists of Helena. In his art I saw beyond beauty, I saw soul. I fell in love.
Not only with the art, but with the man.
I was going to stay 2 days in Helena, I ended up staying 10 days. The day I left there, it hurt.
Of the trip, you’d be wrong if you think that the hardest are the climbs, the weather or the wind…the good-byes are painful and there’s nothing harder than to stop on the road, look back and want to go back more than continue on.
Goodbyes are hard. They always hurt.
Two days later he came after me and found me. And then, I did what I never expected myself to do on this journey, I asked him about a relationship.
I don’t know how this is going to work. It isn’t easy to have a relationship this different, but from now on I have two parts, the one that rides and my heart that stayed in Helena.
Helena at this time of year has the prettiest evenings I've ever seen!
One night from the top of the mountain, I saw the storm passing to the south of the city, the wind drove it away but it left a swath of beauty, wet roads, the delicious smell of rain in the air and a rainbow.