| Several
people commented that my "footprints" entry
a few weeks ago was somewhat 'cryptic' and proceeded to
ask if I was Ok. Yes, I'm doing great, thank you. My travel
experience happens on many levels, much like life. On
a personal level, I did not anticipate how hard it would
be to say goodbye to some of the many friends I've made
along the way. I've always experienced dramatic highs
and lows on my solo adventures, with the low points invaribly
occuring after I've left a fun place with nice people
to arrive at strange new place where it seems I'll never
make any new friends. New playmates always materialize
but the interim period always seems hopeless, inspite
of the number of times I've been through it.
Upon departing
from a friendly place, I'm often asked when I'll be coming
back. I respond with "I don't know" while sadly and silently
thinking "probably never". Many of the people I meet are
not in a position to be able to come to visit me. Nor
do they have access to Email, making the prospect of a
traditional pen-pal relationship the only, yet unrealistic
option for continuing our friendship.
It's a big world out there, I noticed this morning as
I studied the size of tiny Central America in relation
to the other Americas and the rest of the world. And I
feel like I am only scratching the surface. In the places
I've stayed longer, everyday I seem to drop a little deeper
below the surface, into the culture and into the people.
My heart seems to be telling me to stop. Stop and go deeper.
Ok, so don't ask me what I mean by this because I don't
know. But I'll keep you posted. |
