Some nights we camp out with frogs and frying pans. Other days it’s translation hell, goodbye piles and tough decisions.
We’re officially in the in-between zone. Too far from our old life to feel settled — not quite in Peru yet to feel free. So what do we do?
We fish. We sleep outside. We wake up to sunrise over the Elbtalaue and make breakfast next to the river — eggs, coffee, a bit of fresh fish. And mosquitoes. Lots of them 🦟
Those nights recharge the soul. But then we come back and it’s:
„Do we really need five whisks?“
„Why do we still own 23 mugs?“
„Is this paperwork translated yet?“
The sorting is endless. Some things go to the flea market. Others to friends. Some go in the „maybe we’ll need it in Peru“ pile… which is now five piles. 😅
On the admin front, it’s passport scans, medical forms, insurance exits, and telling every German company ever, „No, I won’t be reachable by post anymore.“
But there’s a fire burning under all this — a wild excitement. Peru is becoming more real. The network is growing: new contacts, new friends, even a few business opportunities.
We’re planting seeds now we hope will grow deep in the Selva 🌿