Musings of a Star

Venice by Lighthouse and the Whaler

Capacities is giving me goosebumps. They just keep getting better.

Thinker by Up Dharma Down

I am home from a two week backpacking trip in Southeast Asia. There really is no better teacher than travel and no more humbling experience than immersing yourself in other cultures.

This trip i have met a punk rock canadian chef, an israeli student, a german rock climber, a lao christian miner, a belgian social worker and many other people. Each of them holding their own stories and sharing their experiences. I have come to know, that not all Lao practice buddhism, Israelis are mandated to go to “army” two years minimum for women, foreigners cannot say Philippines, but only Philippine (haha), Japanese find Japan expensive, and multiple other shared stories over dorm rooms, bars, coffee and dinner.

If not for these stories, many places and friendships remain to be seen. One can only imagine how unexplored the world is and that, coupled with my ever mantra of making the most out of life, remains to be my inspiration for wanting to travel.

Today, I am broke again. I almost lost my life in Luang Prabang (our van lost its brakes). I almost got in between a bar fight during new years eve (sneaky irish!) at Van Vieng and I almost fainted with my moto ride in SRP. But those are my stories, those are the things id gladly do over again. those are what i would laugh about when im 82. those are what ill share on my next journey. Those are what make me, me.

It is always true what henry rollins says…”and so there are lessons that you can’t get out of a book that are waiting for you at the other end of that flight.” I cant wait for the next adventure. It can only get crazier each time.