With the days ticking down to a flight home, we’re not ready to leave.
Am I looking forward to a latte from my favorite coffee place in Portsmouth? Hell yeah. Is Bri looking forward to good Mexican food? Big time. But this lifestyle has become life, not a strange or foreign life, just our life.
I think traveling is one of the world’s “natural highs”. It brings all five senses to life. It keeps you on your toes, wide eyed, mind churning, and, simply put, stimulated. The soul of childhood seems familiar again. Things are new and my curiosity raises more questions than it has in the last twenty years.
We’ve been asking “what’s next” a lot lately. For a while we said we might go home or might go to Europe. I was telling my friend this and talking about what we’d do if we went home and it hit me, I’m not ready to go home. I’m not ready for days to blend together. I’m not ready to quit the road when the road has been unforgettable and breathtaking every step of the way.
So, next up, Spain. Duolingo is up and running everyday; my Spanish was rusty as a sunken ship but it’s getting better. The “south of Spain” has a nice ring to it and we’re figuring out the logistics. For now though, it feels good to know the end of the road isn’t upcoming just yet. Come winter we’ll hopefully be skiing the Sierra Nevada mountains, speaking Spanish, and eating tapas. The road is a good place to be.