And so it begins... again.

Stage 1: Frankfurt to Seeheim (43,19 km) 

Ten years ago, when I started my run to Santiago de Compostela, I posted:

It starts like any journey.

You take a small step outside your fron door. And a second. And then another. Down the street you know well. You get to the cross-road, where you always take a left.

This time you take a right. Another couple of steps. There, where you would normally turn around and head home, you walk straight on. And then, eventually, everything around you is different.

I can't think of better words for the start of my journey today. It will be a different journey. I am ten years older, I have a different focus. More pains and niggles, maybe somewhat more experience.

Nevertheless, in a way it will be the same as ten years ago. It will be a jump into the great unknown. I am excited. And somewhat scared.

The first stage is somewhat similar; I start in Frankfurt instead of in Eppstein, finish is in Seeheim, from which I take the tram back to where I have a place to sleep (same place, same great friends as 10 years ago) to have some miles in the bank for tomorrow. 

The buggy is working this time, no last-minute repairs, only the camera mount isn't really up to par, I'll shorten it at night and will see if that helps.

Had an exceptionally good penne al'arrabiata in Langen at a place called Tiepolo for lunch.

Other than that, not much to report.