“Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow.Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home."
-Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty to Think So?
New discovery (I'm waiting for the book to come out here in the Philippines. I'm still reluctant to order stuff from Amazon since I feel like it will take FOREVER and I have the patience of a gnat. And I am apparently an old-fashioned-old school-no online shopping-shopper). It got me thinking about a recent conversation I had with a new friend (actually, a couple of new friends) about the kind of travel we prefer. I'm not one for the planned tours, held-up high flags, matching visors and following the leader type of travel. I'm one for the make your own plan and go with it type of girl.
Abbi is a 28 year old petite human bean, blogger, amateur photographer, permanent humanitarian, avid traveller, culture addict, giant bookworm and impossible foodie.