I’m staring at the blank page and biting my lip, trying to force some sort of closure, trying to formulate words that can somehow summarize my feelings about France and my time…
long-term travel
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“Why are you traveling? No, REALLY. Why are you traveling? What are you looking for?” I’m flabbergasted as I try to comprehend what is happening. Moments earlier I had been sitting with…
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“Te voy a esperar cada dia hasta que estoy viejito,” he tells me as he bends his knees and hunches down, demonstrating the passage of time. I smile and wrap my arms…
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“I think she has something like fallen in love with France!” I overhear my friend explain to someone we have just met. He is answering all of the familiar questions…
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I’ve been intending on writing this post for the last week but as I’m sure some of you can relate, my travels have been keeping me busy! I’ve been on the road…