I copy here the text that ends our travel blog, and then opens it.
Epilogue
A conclusion that is not an end
We are at the end of our trip. We have come a beautiful lands for nearly nine months. Nine months a birth ... ... It was truly a renaissance for our marriage after seven years of life common.
We believe it is important to maintain the flame, renew, re-born. Almost nine months, so it's a bit premature birth, still need to ripen on our return to France, our journey does not stop at the airport. We return the bags full. Full of wonderful memories, experiences heavy, sumptuous landscapes, encounters beautiful and full of new projects. We go back a bit processed, in depth, it does not necessarily jump to the eyes. We understand what is for us nour essentially what we will never happen and what today we prefer to leave aside the superfluous. The main thing that builds our joy: true encounters, small moments that have the air of nothing but savoring it with an open heart, discover the wonders that our planet holds, and, Most importantly, love. Love what you are, what you saw, what you see, love others too. The superfluous is the overconsumption of everything and anything, of course, but more than anything is what we gnawing inside: the worries that they could then anticipate perhaps ever, the expectation desperate and pointless something that we would fall from the sky. We've built a great lesson in life: happiness, it is created, it is being made, piece by piece. An element of luck there, certainly, but not all. A travel friend told us this story. His mother told him when he was old enough to understand: "You see, you're born with two bags, one full and one empty. One is lucky chance. The second is to put your experiences, your choice. For you to use these bags at best to build your life. You can choose to use a bag. Or two .... " We left and we returned with our bags far more balanced. It's now easier to carry. We can go very far like that.
In exile ... The title of the blog we seemed harmless before departure, it is much less now. It went into exile to escape ... but it may be a headlong rush. Where is home, a healthy daily, it has nothing to flee. It's just the desire to discover, the desire for adventure, want a different daily, and especially the desire to find oneself, find themselves as a couple, which leads us to pack our bags. We leave our home for far better to live in ourselves. And it seems that we are on track on that side, since a new little life has decided to make its nest ...
Twilight is the promise of a new day ...
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