“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.” –Saint Augustine
i feel like a wretch for saying this, but i’m ready to move on and see a new place. i know, i know…this trip wasn’t supposed to be as much about travel as it was about time alone to reflect on my life and all…but i’ve got the itch. and i’m not referring to the one TDC gave me, either. so far, i’ve been to twenty-one states (not including ones i just rode through), and i’ve been to:
- jamaica (twice)
- ontario, canada
- mexico (three times—san miguel de allende for a month and separate trips to acapulco and tijuana)
that is WACK, yo. i barely get out of the country, and i have multiple visits to the same places? wtf? here are some places i would really, really like to see:
- granada, spain
- salvador, brazil
- london, england
- paris, france
i’m sure there are more, but these are what spring to mind.
whenever i arrive some place foreign, it always feels surreal to me. i always feel amazed that life was going on all this time, a mere plane ride away, in a place that is so different, so unfamiliar. so full of new sights, smells, people, and sounds. transporting myself to places like this feels like jumping into a book. and even though hawai’i is america, it still feels foreign. it’s an easier foreign, though, because you know the language, you don’t have to exchange currencies, and you don’t have to take malaria pills. i feel inclined to take on a bigger challenge, though, and i’ve got a passport and a recent hepatitis A shot that are saying, “whenever you feel froggy, jan…” i wonder where my next “One Month in…” blog will be written from.
so what about you? where have you been…and where are you going?