La Paz, Bolivia.
It’s not where you are, it’s whom you meet.
I wrote that a number of blog posts ago and I stand by it.
I’ve been meeting the most wonderful people.
But I also continue to have to say goodbye to them.
The movie “Fight Club” has a perfect term for it: The “Single serving friend”. Someone you meet on a plane or while traveling or anywhere else. You spend time together and you enjoy it. And then you go your separate ways. With promises to stay in touch and to meet up again. Even though you both know you most likely won’t.
Sometimes however it really doesn’t go the way I want it to. Bad copy-pasting made me loose a day’s work. A thousand words, down the drain. Sucks! But, if you’re not making mistakes, you’re not learning anything either. So I’ll chalk this one up to experience. And grumble a bit more under my breath…
So it’s time to start thinking about something a bit more permanent. Time to “get stuck” for a while. An intermission of a year or two, before I hit the road again.
Not to say that I’m quite done with adventuring. Not to say that I’m quite ready to go back home again. Even though I do miss everybody back home a lot!
My plan was to to travel to see where I felt most at home. And I think I could have answered that question after a week of South America. Still, I’m stubborn and pig-headed, so it took me a while to realize.
I kept coming back to Lima. And I think I’ll keep on coming back to Lima. So, I’ll go back to Lima.
See if I can find a job there (does anybody have any contacts in the Peruvian banking world?), settle down for a bit.
Not quite yet though. Want to see a bit more of Bolivia and then my parents are dropping by so we can explore a some parts of Chili and Argentine. But after that…
Time to get stuck. Until my wanderlust gets the better of me. Again.