If you can, I urge you to travel. Sleep on floors if you have to. Try weird food. Ask questions and really listen to the answers. Spend a night sleeping outside. Appreciate the rain. Learn from the amazing people you will meet, wherever you go.
‘But that’s the glory of foreign travel, as far as I am concerned. I don’t want to know what people are talking about. I can’t think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike Wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.” -Bill Bryson
This quote describes a lot of how I feel. It may seem crazy, but sleeping on floors, being caught in the rain and missing a train are all part of the thrill of the adventure. They are the details that turn a perfect pair of pants into a pair full of mismatched patch work. The adventures are the thread and the people I meet along the way are the needle that stitches it all together. Between the crazy cross-eyed guy on the street who wishes everyone Merry Christmas in March, the flirtatious grocery store clerk and the charismatic, caring and fun students I met through Couchsurfing, the diverse range of personalities that bring a never-ending supply of adventure is addicting. I meet someone from a different cultural background every day. Conversation is a constant change. History. Geography. Language. Food. Work. The topics are endless, making hours of chatter seem like minutes.