After a month in San Diego, I couldn’t help but compare myself with the homeless population. It’s touted perfect weather seems to have a draw of it’s own for those lacking shelter. When moving from city to city in our van, we’re used to lying low and maintaining a stealthy cover. But when there’s someone sleeping literally right outside your door every night, lying low is literally an impossibility. Read more
There’s nothing like a debilitating injury to lead one’s consciousness within. Spawning sudden cases of the woulda-coulda-shouldas as the internal brainwave chatter grows louder. Quieting the mind seems near impossible while thinking about lost and misused opportunities both past and future. Such is the challenge I’m faced with once again as I stare longingly at my booted foot while my fractured talus travels is slow mending path. Read more
Sometimes I really find myself wondering why it is that we're doing what we're doing. Certain aspects of this whole journey have been a constant struggle. As we strive to live the life of full-time vagabonds, we learn just how difficult that is. Our path has been plagued with unforeseen large expenses, injury, and more than our desired share of marital tension. It's during those times that I question our choices the most. Is it really worth all of this? Then I find myself in a situation such as this morning Read more
The sky was not the only thing weeping yesterday. Just getting somewhat lost took me out of any kind of positivity. I couldn't take going back to a place we found comfort in combined with the difficulty of getting back there. How are we going to make this work? We have failed to find places to stay and everyone we meet has a surprised reaction to learn of our plans to stick in Costa Rica for 90 days. This could be due to our limited understanding of Spanish and/or our lack of plans. Then we are told of the dangers that lurk at night in areas less traveled. It seems almost everyone has had their own experience or knows someone who has been robbed. Read more
