Travel, Love, Adventure

Welcome home Or should I say: my condolences... You've found your feet once again on near-solid ground, limestone being so porous and open to travelling water, And it might bring a wrinkle to your brow to think that you've been grounded where you lay your hat, like a teen who got caught partying past their curfew is imprisoned with their angst in their room, But jet planes and suitcases, old places with head shops abound and cracked stone roads, cuisines and ways foreign and, perhaps to the less wordly, strange—these assortments already wait for your arrival over the horizon. But in the meantime, always consider this bit of topsy-turvy philosophy to make the most of the everyday: Ever moment we are alive, breaking apart the strands of time before us like a bullet-train breaks apart the air, moving, moving, always forward, around the solar system, around town, our minds soaring through daydreams of never neverland... Each of these moments are moments of your tale of adventure, each hour a verse, a day a chapter, and until the next time you trot the globe, it's up to us to write an adventure worthy of our namel Bon voyage!