There where times when I thought I'd get this whole itchy feet, travel thing out of my system. That I'd just, poof, grow out of it one day.
It's really hard to explain, this wanderlust of mine. Delightful, frustrating duality, a never-ending compulsion to experience things foreign and strange yet still wanting some sort of solid base and structure.
There will soon (and by soon I mean probably never) be a collection of journals and blogs here, but for now, just my blog of recent trips to Guatemala and Nicaragua.