even though i complained about everything…”we’re not flying, we’re going to drive?!?!”, “i don’t want to eat lobster in maine, i hate lobster”, “if i have to listen to garrison keiller one more time…”, there was this excitement about visiting a new place, seeing different parts of the country, wondering if i’d want to live there someday. it was thrilling. it sparked a desire in me to want to experience life in different places.
during college i visited australia: swam in the great barrier reef, froze in the outback, and discovered the slower pace of life. in africa: saw poverty and the unequal distribution of wealth. in central america: tried to surf for the first (and only) time in my life, ate mangoes, and toured the panama canal.
the smells & sounds & sights are further away now. sometimes i forget to remember them.