By We are on the third week of our trip across Europe and my emotions are draining, along with my shampoo, toothpaste and other necessities, and I find myself in need of a midpoint trip pick me up. As we wind through the green landscape of Northern Italy moving towards the next stop on our journey I have found my inspiration!
I watch as the ghost like mist swifts slowly across the green mountain tops, that stretch towards the white clouded sky, and I am suddenly and gratefully reminded of why I am here. I am reminded why I love to travel. Why the final destination of traveling is not the full experience, but the path you take to get there is included in the journey. I tell myself to soak in the beauty that glides past me with every mile and acknowledge my environment. Traveling to me, reflects much of how life works. There is anticipation, preparation, and movement; continual movement. There is seeing, embracing, and accepting and then the realization of having to say goodbye once again. These patterns are the patterns of my life, and they are heightened and magnified while I travel. I love this. It allows me to focus, analyze and truly experience my surroundings fully with every new flavour, touch and smell. The world is a big, beautiful playground, and as I drive on a bus filled with 30 other eager globe trotters I feel extremely blessed and bewildered at my opportunity to slide through its abundance of cultures, swing amongst its wonders and run, as I do now, between its glorious mountains towards the borders that hold our next destination.