Room for Rumi
About this blog
From this trip, there is no set return date. Living in the moment, embracing what is present here, charting cultures, people, and organic farms, forming them into new constellations to remember by the firelight. This is not clean cut, but sweaty, gritted teeth and absolute confusion. No matter what my words may say, I assure you it is not that. This does not even begin to cover sweating through the sheets of the humid hostels, struggling to talk like a kindergartner in foreign languages and sometimes being treated like one. And of course, it doesn't really cover the boring down time or feeling out of place. I'm opening my mind and heart to it all, but guarding myself with a banjo. I hope you enjoy.
Trip Start
Aug 24, 2010
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Trip End
Ongoing
