The number one question I’ve been asked, “What were your favorite countries or cities?” Some asked for a top one or two. I believe that to be insane. There is no way I can narrow it down to that. What I can do is provide you with a top five. Fair?
Between the delicious tapas, Gaudi’s work and the best partying I’ve encountered in my life there was no way this city could not be on my list.
For the past two weeks I have tried writing my next blog post. Every time I sat down to do so I couldn’t. For the past two and a half months I’ve had wonderful adventures to share with you all and now..what? Write to you about how tough it’s been? Well, yes. I need to write the truth. That is what we all crave.
I have been bored out of my mind! Although I’ve been to family gatherings, danced all night in a lounge with the view of the Empire State Building and living in one of the greatest cities in the world-something is missing. All of this is familiar to me. I have been bitten by the “travel bug.” Craving new and exciting things. As a writer and more importantly as a human being, I want to see more of what this world has to offer.
My eyes opened, the sky was on fire. The plane leaned to the left, revealing a bright yellow sun rising over the horizon. I drift in an out. Has this all been some miraculous dream? Did I just travel to sixteen countries in seventy-six days, walking hundreds of miles, meeting countless people, creating priceless memories?
There’s a burning desire in my heart to keep going, to keep exploring. I want to walk out of this airport into the streets of Moscow. Continuing this wild journey where I can come and go as I please, seizing every opportunity. Nothing holding me back, only a pull forward-to the unknown. Seeing it all unravel before my eyes. Seeing the beauty this life has to offer.