| | Nicaragua!
I think part of the reason why I love to travel to foreign countries is that it forces me out of my comfort zone and I appreciate what I have even more. This and of course, the excitement of seeing and experiencing a different culture, being on vacation, and feeling like a free spirit  ... a free spirit who works a corporate job, owns a house, has two cats, and many other financial and emotional obligations that make it nothing more than a dream to be a nomad around the world. Honestly I don't even know being a nomad like that would make me happy.... I think what I do right now is pretty darn close to perfect for me.
A beautiful country - even from the airplane window!
Flying never ceases to invoke self-evaluation and soul-searching in me; I don't know what it is... maybe the possibility that I may die in a plane crash? The reminder that the world is so huge and beautiful, towering over me and my meaningless problems? 
A country full of color in their advertisements, political propaganda, houses, buildings....
... clothing, language, and attitude! Even in this guy! 
The hills made me miss my gorgeous bay area... the Mission Peaks in Fremont, Calaveras, the hills on the Peninsula... I  the bay area. I will never see myself settling down anywhere else.
Where seasonal workers in Selva Negra stay... made me appreciate all my modest living in NYC to Alameda to Pleasanton to Oakland to SF! It even made my ghetto-est hostel experiences in my backpacking trips seem quite above-average.
I saw tons of stray and street dogs, which made me miss and appreciate Kuma. The humid heat and beautiful beaches made me miss Bali. Eating the delicious fresh fish made me miss my Dad. Getting into my bathing suit made me miss the athletic body I had in 9th grade... haha or I guess more recently, post-Florence-marathon. Swimming in the warm ocean made me miss my Hawaii trip with my Mom, probably the last time we had one-on-one time and actually enjoyed each other's company. Partying and drinking in a world where I don't speak the language made me miss my friends back home and the people I truly care about and want to be with. A lot of people have crossed my path in my life so far, some of made an impression, some have not, and it's not always determined by how long I've known them. But my time is precious and limited, and I only have time for the really important people who bring something more to my life. Life is too short to be wasted on shallow people, bad friends, and losers. I missed my true friends and glad I made new ones! ( you, M) Hearing spanish made me miss middle school... when I made the conscious decision to take french instead of spanish to be different from my sister... so stupid, we could've spoken to each other in spanish and not have our parents understand!
Nicaragua made me miss what I have and as a result, love what I have even more.
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| | Posted 4/23/2009 1:26 AM - 4 Views
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