It is about meeting interesting people from various backgrounds, intimately exploring different cultures. In the end, we come to realize that through travel, we learn as much about ourselves as we do the rest of the world. So on that first night of my personal journey, I sat inside the Volkswagen at a rest stop in Nebraska cooking baked beans over a candle. My soul leapt and felt alive. My mind was engulfed with possibility.
Freedom is a good thing, perhaps the best of things.
And I was drunk on it - giddy and wild and loving every drop. That night, I ate my baked beans under the glow of fluorescent streetlights and among the faint hum of diesel engines. And I was happy. In those two weeks, I found a bit of myself out there on the open road, the part I knew had been missing, that piece I needed to feel whole and fulfilled. I guess it's true what they say.