For in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own. – Polly Victoria Mills
In almost two years of traveling, I’ve been fortunate to have met and been a part of some incredible traveling families. What is a traveling family, you ask? I suppose I would define it as a collection of other backpackers–vagabonders–that you click with through personalities and humor as well as the necessary element of your direction of travel. Even though I am backpacking solo, you are never really alone, and I was fortunate enough to meet my first traveling family within just a few days of beginning my journey. Caye Caulker, Belize, with its white sandy roads that scream to be bare foot surrounded by crystal clear turquoise waters, this is where I first heard the loud boisterous laugh of my good Canadian friend Char and the crazy-toed shoes that freaked me out, Tim. Before leaving the small Caribbean island we added Eva and David from the Czech Republic and upon arriving in San Ignacio, we added another Canadian aye, Kelly. Since this time, the number of incredible people that I have met, and am blessed to call friends, has been an enormous part of this amazing journey and adventure. Even as I have arrived on the small island of Gili Trawangan (Gili T) in Indonesia, it didn’t take long to meet yet another future traveling family, and of course it would happen on my low-key celebrated birthday.