After 16 months, 3 continents, 21 countries, and 113 cities, “One Year, Two Backpacks, No Plan” has officially reached its end. We successfully made our dream a reality. “One day you’ll wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.”-Paulo Coelho. How true it is. We took life by the reins and have the memories to prove it. In the beginning, everything was so foreign; languages we couldn’t speak, reckless unorganized transportation, crowded streets, and unfamiliar customs and cultures. Now this is our norm. We are comfortable with the uncomfortable.
We truly live in a wonderful world. Exploring wild animal filled Costa Rica, wandering the mystical island of Ometepe, Scuba diving the crystal blue waters of Honduras, eating spicy chilies on the streets of Thailand, spending time with people who have so much less but smile so much more, exploring ancient temples in Cambodia, shopping the Muslim markets of Malaysia, making new international friends who share the common passion for travel, trekking the remarkable Himalayas of Nepal, sipping wine over the Mediterranean in Spain, and spending time with our extended family in Italy are highlights that continue to amaze and inspire us for more. Travel is available for everyone. The hardest part is taking the first step. For us it is deciding where to go.
We originally set up this blog to keep our family and friends in the loop. The reaction we have received by so many readers has been incredibly flattering. The blog has 133 followers and has been viewed 9,500 times from 66 countries. Incredible! We thank you for sharing in our adventure.
Heading back to our life in the United States isn’t completely bitter. Returning to work and having a home will be our new adventure, and we will have family and friends to share it with. “I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I’ll go to it laughing.” –Moby Dick
*On a side note; after this blog was written, we were robbed on our way to the airport. Our passports were amazingly stolen out of Joya’s purse on the metro. These things do happen, but the timing in our travels is painfully ironic. With a half day in the US Embassy and a half day more in Madrid, we will try again tomorrow to finish our travel adventure and fly home.*