Best time of my life. The experiences I've had while traveling over those two (and a half) weeks feel definitive and catalytic. Coming back home afterwards, I sit at my desk and lie in bed and struggle to mentally file all of the details away. It's a messy and fluid and satisfying imprint that I can run over and over in my head.
And I feel more anxious for all that.
I want to shake things up more than ever, both at work and at home. Why? I'm still figuring it out, but maybe the insane pace and the rewards for enduring such a non-typical itinerary reset my expectations a bit. And not just for traveling.
It wasn't just the surroundings and activities, but the people, too.
I'll start by being more outgoing.
(See what happens? Send me on a trip and you get all this attempted introspection :-P)