The trip you take will never be exactly as you had anticipated. You
will find more friendly people, but in unexpected places. You will be hungrier, and more satiated. You will learn to trust yourself in ways unimagined, and learn the depth of your own will and heart.
Never again will you be the same. Never again will you choose a new lipstick over a bus ticket. Never again will you be tempted by the shiny, but instead by what is holy and true.
You will not be stoic, but deep feeling will find its way into every crevice of relating, but mostly to the way you relate to yourself. You will have found the deepest well of generosity within yourself, but also the will of honest strength. When you feel you cannot go on, you will discover untapped reserves of something without a name, and with certainty you take the next step, and the one after that.
The way will be difficult, but it is a challenge for all the right reasons. You will be learning the art of self-sufficiency infused with utter dependence on someone either half your age or education, or both. There are small
brown-skinned men all over world, waiting to carry your baggage, and I do mean all of it, over steep mountain trails, that you may truly know their home.
From Macchu Pichu to the eastern Himalayan range, you will be humbled again and again, by selfless acts of love. And without a shared verbal language or culture, your gratitude will be known. You will have the ability to be grateful with your wallet, but moreover, your humility will be shown.
You will later discover the divine beauty within your own landscape, within your community of believers, within your abode. You will find a million reasons why life is so precious, so utterly beautiful, and joy will be your middle name. You will discover that you must go again, and you will be utterly supported, in every way: the time, place and c0-conspirator will
appear. Without striving, without effort, without hesitation.
This is my travel story, the only one worth writing.
This is why I travel, and for whom.
This is why I choose, and will always choose, an airline ticket over a
dishwasher, a daypack over a Gucci bag, a new map over a tried-and-true routine.
I am shamelessly addicted to the open road, and hope to die pursuing this one love (but not soon!).