The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready. – Henry David Thoreau
The idea of traveling alone can seem both daunting and frightening to many, including myself, but from what I have I experienced there are few times that I am truly alone. I continue to feel that this journey will have accomplishments, and with it, I have reached one that I was unaware would occur so soon, by adding 200 new friends on Facebook and meeting so many people from around the world. To me, life is about the constant surprises of the unexpected, it’s just a matter of how we choose to embrace these situations that delves to the character of the person that we are in the current moment, that, than proceeds the person we have yet to become but are destined to fulfill.
My second week of Spanish classes begins with a feeling of regression. Speaking English through the entire weekend, which I blame solely on Lindsay and Michelle, I feel as though I have taken two steps backwards. Blast those Canadian top hats and their devilish common language ways! I suppose I can’t lay the blame entirely on them, but will spread the wealth so-to-speak, with the smooth talking Chattanoogan from Tennesse, Clifford, our true lone Yankee from Brooklyn, James, and of course the chicas from what else, but the best coast of the West Coast, Ashley and Heidi. Even now, I’m missing our Sunday Funday, and the quote of the day from Ford, “you know what I love about Sundays? … Everything.” Touché, sir, touché.