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After 10 hours of leisurely train ride, I arrived at my first hostel. It is located in the center of the cute medieval town of Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port on the Spanish border

It’s strange, isn’t it, how you imagine in advance what something will be like, and then everything is different? I imagined it to be so remote that I was surprised to see cars here

I also always have a strange feeling when a trip actually starts. The everyday life distracts you so much that your mind can’t really adjust to the journey in advance. And then suddenly it starts and everything is so real

I often feel the same way about parties. The anticipation is so great that you are surprised when you wake up in bed the next day and realize how quickly it was all over

enano – dwarf

hundir – to rub off, to sink