On the road again…and the beginning of what I believe will be a lot of self-analysis!
I think that possibly one of my favorite parts of traveling is the bus ride (assuming that travel is taking place during the day, because at night you can’t see anything, people seem creepier, and stuff gets stolen!). Though this admission is quite possibly made easier due to the fact that one of my Spanish teachers (sad Lucia) was forward enough to inform me that one of her favorite parts of traveling is the bus ride, and with her very forward admission, I was able to feel as though there’s nothing wrong with passage being a favorite part of travel. Because someone else was saying it, and not me and because if I were to admit something like that, I would probably feel as though something were wrong with that since traveling really has more to do with seeing the destination than the process of getting there. Well, I judge myself more than others could possibly judge me (preemptive strike, and a habit that I am in the process of correcting). Blither blather. Anyhew, I love sitting in a ...