"Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountaintop, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance."
-Kahlil Gibran
I have a map on my wall. It’s a folded glossy spread that I pulled out of the center of a National Geographic. It’s tacked up on the wall of my living room. There are little holes from all the pins that have been in it marking my adventures. The wall that it happens to be posted on is cement, so the pins keep falling out. It doesn't matter to me... I know where I’ve been. It just serves as a reminder that there is so much world to see and experience.
I try to leave the country at least once every year. It helps me manage that anxious feeling in my stomach when I look at the map. This travel passion is directly linked to my financial situation however. I missed the lesson while growing up on why you shouldn't spend all your financial aid/paychecks/savings/change you find on the floor and between the cushions of the couch on plane tickets, hostels, ferries and buses.
I am fine with this actually.
At 21 years old I have been around Europe, spent two months in Greece and Turkey, five months in the Caribbean, spent summers as a child in Costa Rica, traveled around most of the US, lived in Colorado and Florida, visited Hawaii and fell in love with New York. I feel like its a nice smattering of cultures and foods and experiences.
Let me show you some of them...
LEFT: The first day of my trip to Turkey. I was journaling during lunch in the Grand Bazaar. MIDDLE: Me dressed in traditional Kuna attire in the San Blas Islands in Panama. RIGHT: Me on a hike overlooking the beautiful island of Castle near Kas, Turkey.
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