We made it to the Alpes!

So, it’s been more than 3 months since completing the trip, I’m back in NYC, I have a new job, back to the stable life. Greg doing the same in Switzerland. I have to admit it was tough to make sense of the world around me at first being back in the city again for the second time this year after an extended trip (still working on that department actually). Job? Not-Living-out-of-my-backpack? Rent? Huh?

I’ve been trying to write this one last entry for the blog for weeks actually, I was puzzled at how hard it seemed, I wasn’t sure how to sum up the trip in a neat little reflective package of paragraphs. 10 countries, 2 months. Still too close to it I think, it will take some more time to unwind all my memories. All the grand and small and light and sobering ones such as…the time I saw a mist covered forest from the train in Siberia where I can only see the tip of the trees…hiking Gobi sand dunes by ourselves, not another human in sight, wondering how old that camel poop is…road tripping in Switzerland, another day, another chateau…watching people base-jumping off cliffs in wing suits, slack jawed…the day spent in Auschwitz, a spring day with beautiful wildflowers everywhere ironically and thinking that someone arrived there on a day just like that, not knowing about the evils of that place…European cities wearing reminders of wars still, forming a scar thousands of miles long…

One thing that I can definite say is that travel is always worth it. Always. If you want to do something or go somewhere, find a way to do it. Please. The condition of the human body and mind can shift at anytime. When you’re old and retired you might not have either with which to have those experiences. The world is beautiful and demands to be look at!

Tomorrow I turn one year older, all eyes forward now. Till next time!

May we all have moments as content as this little goat’s.