I’ve been having a hard time trying to come up with how to describe my last couple nights in Nicaragua. I’ve been in the states 2 weeks now, and it’s still hard to write something. So I’m going to post a bunch of stuff about travel that I didn’t write until I can write about those last three days. (My reverse culture shock is still hanging in there).

So here we go:


Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms.  It’s old television sets and slow internet connections.Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers magically becoming the most interesting people in the world.  It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter.  It’s McDonald’s being a luxury.

It’s the realization that you may have been bornin the wrong country.  Travel is a smile thatleads to a conversation in broken English. It’sthe epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world.  Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white t-shirt again tomorrow.  Travel is accented sex after cheap wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s nostalgia for studying abroad that one semester.  It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps.

Travel is wishing for one more bite of whateverthat just was.  It’s the rediscovery of walkingsomewhere.  It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is: “maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.”  Travel is realizing that “age 30” should be shed of its goddamn stigma.  Travel is fucking invigorating. –Nick Miller


When a traveler returns home, let him not leave the countries where he has traveled altogether behind him.Francis Bacon


Ya se conocía de memoria todas las ciudades de la región, y ésta era la gran razón de su vida: viajar.— Paulo Coelho


the worst part of traveling is it’s easy to meet people but hard to say good bye.— Yah


When we’re traveling, we very simply can determine our own existance. We can go where we want, when we want to. We can be who we want. We can make friends, or we can be anti-social. We have the entire world in front of us, with perhaps nothing more than a start destination and an end destination. Travel is in a sense mini -lives. With traveling we are born when we get off the plane, and we die when we get on a plane to leave. The difference is, however, that in between we are in control over every responsibility we have, and to a degree, there is no responsibility. We have the opportunity to make a life for ourselves, a life so separate from reality that we transcend our own real lives. Our existences are what we make them. –Katie



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