The problem with traveling, and enjoying it, is that once you start, it’s hard to give it up. I fantasize about putting roots down and settling in one place…except, the reality of doing that some how scares me. I think of the routines and habits that come along with being “settled”, the consistent parade of familiar faces, sites and scents, and I run for the nearest airport and farthest/quick destination point. Why that is? I do not know…perhaps I do not want my roots to show. Roots being a metaphor for permanent settlement and not my socio-cultural /ethnic background.
So the constant question these days is, “Where are you going?” My standard response has become, “The Caribbean for two months and then we will see from there.” This is the plan that is not. Going to Cuba has slightly side tracked my Ecuador plans because while it’s markets are spartan, compared to Cuenca (Ecuador), Cuban people are really hard to beat. And in the end, isn’t the experience of being in a new place more about the people than the marketplace? Of course I can’t work in Cuba, so unless I create a project for myself, the Cuban adventure will last until boredom sets in and we move off to the next country.
So, this summer’s adventure is all about discovering Cuba, its culture, history, people and food. We will see where the adventure leads us from there. I am committed to spending at least the next 12 months abroad, so we will see. And if I happen to meet my prince and fall in love in [enter the country name], I may consider planting my roots in the ground and not simply in a portable/roll-away flowerpot.