Traveling for a year is a long time for me.
At home and on the road, many people asked me what I was looking for on this trip.
I am no longer in my twenties where I can `pack my backpack and go` just because I want adventure, or because I am lost and have lost faith.
In Washington, one of the people I stayed with was Mark.
“A very charming type of meeting, that is, as soon as we made eye contact, I understood: that’s it!
Several decades have passed.
Mark deeply regrets that he did not do what he so desperately wanted to do, and could do.
I was luckier than Mark in that I could still catch the bus back to meet my French girl.
But how can we know tomorrow, and we can never arrange it perfectly.
Writing from Nashua, New Hampshire, USA.
*The blog’s images were all taken by Mat Dat during the trip
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