A dream come true: Fly like a bird

I’m like a bird, I’ll only fly away
I don’t know where my soul is, I don’t know where my home is
(and baby all I need for you to know is)
I’m like a bird, I’ll only fly away…. @Nelly Furtado, I’m like a bird)

“Dream on always my darling little girl” my granpa used to tell me. I am a dreamer, such a big dreamer, my head is in the cloud, always. I have this thing about being up there in the air. I was therefore completely ecstatic when my dream of hopping in a hot air balloon came true. In the balloon was just me, my partner in crime and the pilot.

There is something so unique and breezy about hoping into a woven basket and seeing the countryside roll before your eyes.  Actually helping out with setting the equipment, heating the air in the envelope with the flame made the whole experience unforgettable. Very much the case of living the moment.

To paraphrase Virgin: experience the skies. Next: skydiving!

xoxo M.