Sixteen countries. Seventy-six Days.

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.
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