Everyone has at least one. For me, the summer of 2010 was the summer that quite literally changed my life. I had just finished my third year of college and I was looking for enlightenment, a different kind from the one I was getting at school at least. In a spur of the moment decision, I signed up for a travel study program with my school. A few months later, I hopped on a plane for the alluring, historically rich country of Spain.
My initial reaction to couch surfing, like many with whom I’ve since shared the gift, was fear and disbelief: “So you just knock on some strangers door, they let you crash at their house and they don’t want anything from you?” It was worth a more comprehensive look.
I am lying in bed sick with a cold and stomach flu with my terrier, Elfie, at my feet, and just read almost every page LLYOV. After which I tried to roll over for a nap, but was too restless with lingering fascinations of this mantra to doze off. Like you, I have caught the wanderlust and it is the reason I am laid up in this bed.
Sam here. My musical compadre, Jim Hanft and I traveled across the country/ocean this summer via Honda Civic and canoe. Our first port was Las Vegas. On our way out I was pulled over for speeding. The cop saw the guitar in the backseat and said “Are y’all famous or something?” I lied a little and said, “In Sweden”.