“Three more days and I will be home.” These words seem bittersweet as I repeat them to myself. In one respect I can’t wait to sleep in a bed that I don’t have to roll up every day, make a coffee and sit reading the newspaper in the morning, not eat a sandwich for lunch every day, not have to worry about the rain soaking the tent….But in other ways I have a longing to keep traveling. It is not only because I have loved experiencing other cultures through food, art and understanding the historical significance of the places I walk and the sites I see; it has been the people that I travel with that have made these past two months amazing. Every single person has added a unique dynamic to the group. From laughing in the rain, even after we haven’t seen a day of sun in ages, offering spare sweaters when the nights were especially cold, to jamming on the bus, it has been the people that i have come to love that have made this trip especially meaningful.
But a coffee by the ocean with friends and a meal with my family will be so good.