The Bug.

I am a bit dreamy when it comes to my next adventure or next big project. We were out for dinner the other night at an incredible Ethiopian place (coffee = unbelieveable), and I learned that a few of my friends are headed to challenging, exciting, Southern locations for travel, research, electives or work. Despite my gut reaction to ill-planned volunteerism and inappropriate international electives, there is something about travelling that draws me almost every waking minute. For the fortunate traveller, the intellectual, emotional and physical stimuli of travel push us to be better, to be calmer, to be more thoughtful, or to just experience directly without thinking. Travel also brings out the worst in us, forcing us to look our worst qualities in the eye. When arriving home, the quality has been seen and it can no longer be ignored but instead must be conquered. That is the real gift of the travel bug.


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