traveling man.

Truthfully I’m not the best traveler in the world. I know this because I have traveled a lot and met people who are really good at it. I just got back from Amsterdam and met two people in the hostel that were on a voyage around the world. Real Naturals. The people that blend in learn the language and know exactly where to go. I’m more a flamingo than a chameleon. I am trying to learn the language and I usually wander around 90% lost but 100% happy. Still, despite this traveling is a great love of my life. I have always felt, well ever since I was seventeen and went to Russia, that to travel is worth any cost or sacrifice. I am loyal and constant in my love for travel, as I have not always been so loyal and constant in my other loves.

One thing I have developed well is that I can make friends with anybody. That is why I am not afraid to travel to remote places. People asked me before I left for Spain.” Do you have friends in Barcelona?” and I thought no but I will.

And I have. I have met a lot of them by accident, getting lost at the metro, at the ATM, walking to school. The people here are great. I am here with another intern, Aaron. He is the kind of guy that talks to a couple people in the park and then a few hours later you are eating a divine dinner at their pueblo talking about plans to go to Paris together. He is full of wonderful stories and interesting introductions.