It has been hard for me to wake up early since we started pedaling from Hanoi. Guim always wakes up very early, full of energy, and it seems he’s really enjoying having to wake up before sunrise and start pedaling as soon as possible. But for me it is not the same. It’s not easy to pack and pedal every day, not knowing where we will sleep, not knowing when we will stop, not knowing if we will arrive at a nice village or city or … But for me the most difficult thing so far is living this nomadic life. Here today, tomorrow who knows where, pack and go, pack and go…
But actually, this is not a complaint. Well, Guim will say it is; he also says that Vietnamese women are negative all the time, and that it is easier for us to show our negative opinions than the beautiful or enjoyable ones. He just knows me, but he might be right, or maybe not, what do you think?
Anyway, that morning in Kypirissia, I woke up very early. I fell asleep with the pregnancy test next to my pillow, and even before I could think, I was out of our tent on my way to the toilet.
I was praying. Praying to everything I know, praying to Buddha, to all the divinities my mum prays to at home, to me, to Guim, to mother earth, to the toilet mirror, to… I don’t know, I just wanted that test to be positive; to show me two lines. At that moment I could not think about anything else. I was nervous, excited, and confused at the same time! What will we do if…
As I mentioned in my last article, we never really talked about what would happen “if”. We are cycling around the world and, well, having a baby on the road is not what one has in mind.
So I was a bit confused, I want to be pregnant, but what will we do, how will Guim react, what will I do if I’m pregnant on a bicycle and in a foreign country!
I think the sum of all these thoughts froze the time. I remember sitting on the toilet looking at the pregnancy test box, for an amount of time that I can barely determine; when I finally remember Guim’s words once again. “We will see tomorrow, there’s no point in talking about something we don’t know right now”.
“Exactly my dear!”, I thought, better I check it!
It wasn’t necessary to say a word to Guim when he saw me walking back from the toilet. My eyes were full of tears, and my face was… I don’t know!!! I just couldn’t believe it!!!
I’m pregnant!!
I rush into Guim’s arms, I could barely see his face, as all tears blurred my vision. He did not sayd anything at first, he just hugged me warm and nice; two seconds later he picked up my chin, looked into my eyes and told me: “I love you petita*, everything will be all right”.
We couldn’t find a better place to get this amazing news. Our tent was placed just next to the sea, and the morning light over the Mediterranean Sea was so peaceful that, together with the melody of the waves, we felt as if we were floating.
It had happened many times previously that we would wake up early and, for one reason or another, not start pedaling until midday. But this wasn’t one of those occasions. Although we were both floating, packing was done quickly and we were soon on the road pedaling one in front of the other, both happy and quiet. Or maybe I should say the three of us!
We pedaled until we hit Pirgos, the next big city, and Guim decided to find a mechanic to check out one of our batteries. He said nothing was wrong, but he just wanted to check anyway. However, we didn’t know it was a bank holiday in Greece, so everything was closed. We looked for a camping site and waited until the next morning to check the battery.
Camping was nice, but my lovely husband and I we were not in the best mood. Instead of being extremely happy, we were both kind of thinking and thinking, and did not talk much. Also, Guim did not seem super happy, and that worried me and made me angry. So, as it has happened from time to time, we were grumpy for a while. I wanted him to show his happiness, but he kept calm. I hated him at that moment!
But, as always, our fight didn’t last long. He set up the tent while I went to buy dinner at a supermarket. By the time we were sitting on the floor cooking soup, our problems were solved.
*Petita means little girl in Catalan, Guim’s language.
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