Patience with stupid questions, wrong directions, slow buses. Patience for when Michael doesn’t hear me and I have to repeat myself (which I hate). Patience for when I’m talking to him or asking him a question and he’s on his phone and doesn’t respond for two minutes then says, “What’d you say?” Patience for when the hostal says breakfast is included and then no one is there and no food is out for the buffet in the morning when you’re trying to catch a boat in 5 minutes. Patience. I’m testing mine every day.
The joys of travel 🙂
It’s not to say that traveling loses its allure, by any means. Traveling is in my soul and a big part of who I am. However, after traveling for an extended period of time, seeing amazing things every day, you start to… I don’t want to say become numb to it, because that’s not it, I still appreciate it all SO much… But it’s almost like something has to be overly amazing for it to really WOW me now, if that makes sense (i.e. first view of Lake Titicaca was neat, but not as amazing as I thought it would be). Perhaps that’s because I just tempted fate the day before by riding the Death Road. Or maybe because Lake Titicaca has been on my Bucket List for a long time and it wasn’t quite what I expected. I’m not sure if any of this makes sense or if anyone else will understand, but that’s just an interesting thought I’ve had recently. Take it with a grain of salt.