Wanderlust

It was this time two years ago I was preparing to leave for my journeys in South America, and this time 2 years before that I had just arrived in Oaxaca, Mexico, and, as much as I like my life in New York, it is painful to break that streak. There's nothing in the world like walking out of the airport in January into weather that was previously inconceivable, carrying all the belongings you will have for the next few months, ready to see what it is you want to do now.

One time when traveling in Europe my friend Roxy and I got on a train going to Geneva, Switzerland by mistake. We got onto the train and sat down, pulled out our snack (croissants- we were coming from France) made ourselves comfortable, and barely managed to get off right before it pulled away. We were amused and relieved when we finally got on the right train, going to Genova, Italy, but the strangest moment was when we
realized it would have been no catastrophe had we gone to Switzerland instead. A little more pricey, maybe, but we'd heard they had pretty mountains and tasty chocolate, so we would have managed. The possibilities that rule you and your life while traveling are just infinitely more probable. I think some of the best times Myla and I had traveling in South America was when we were not where we expected to be; but then again, we often forgot to expect ourselves to be anywhere.

Also, I searched the term wanderlust and found the work of this incredible photographer, Howie Garber. You must look at his wilderness photos.