5/3/10: Puno, Peru
It’s funny how life works. Three years of your life may revolve around one giant adventure (read: our round-the-world trip), but eventually it all has to end. I’m not saying our trip is over yet, because we do have nearly two months left. However, today marked a bit of a landmark for me personally – one that says, “Hey! You, living that fantasy life! Pretty soon you’re going to have to get a job and float back to reality!” (That was a metaphorical landmark yelling there. It wasn’t like Machu Picchu or the Eiffel Tower or anything.)
Today was our last border crossing by land. (Bring on the sarcastic sympathetic groans.) In the first 24.5 years of my life, I crossed approximately four borders in a vehicle – twice into Canada and twice back to the States. Today’s cross into Peru made 19 land border crossings in the past eight months. Think about that. That’s more land border crossings than Miley Cyrus is years old. It’s more than the number of wins the Detroit Lions have had in the past five years. It’s more than the number of people in the Gosselin and Jolie-Pitt households combined, assuming both parental relationships didn’t fall apart.
But that isn’t the sole reason why I feel our trip has hit the final stretch. For the next month, we have every single day planned out. We know exactly where we’ll be staying, what we’ll be doing and who we’ll be doing it with. For nearly the entire trip, we couldn’t see more than four days into the future. A lot of the time we didn’t know where we’d be the next day. But for the rest of May, we have nothing to plan. It makes me feel like we’ve already done Machu Picchu, Colca Canyon and the Peruvian Amazon, and the only reason we’re going to do it again is to show our family members what a good time these places provide. (Dad, Steve and Amy: you’ll love them!)
And once May is over, we have about a week in Spain, two in Egypt and one in England, then we’re going home. And you know what? I’m ok with that. Even though there’s a million more places in the world we want to cover and we’re getting used to life without work, school and the need to shave, there’s only so much traveling you can do at once. On the road there is no balance in life. There’s no family, no home, and no routine. When I think about the past eight months, I’m actually quite amazed that we were able to pull off what we did. We haven’t spent more than six nights in a row in the same room, and we only did six nights in one place twice. And both those rooms were dorms, where we couldn’t spread out and make ourselves comfortable.
I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m seeking anyone’s sympathy. (Really I’m just filling space on the blog for a day where we didn’t do anything.) As I write, I’m realizing how unique this trip is. I suppose I’d always thought we could do it again when we retire – only for that trip we’d stay in nicer places and do more high-priced things. But there’s no way we’ll ever do this again. So for the next two months, I’m going to make sure I enjoy every moment.
We already had one good omen to usher us into the last leg of our trip: the border crossing today was by far the easiest we’ve had on the entire trip. Too bad there’s no more of them.
Puzzles for Postcards
Rhyme Time! Solve three of these four alphabetically-themed rhymes.
An additional member of a frat
Slang for the low-down or gossip on the upcoming Dave Matthews show
The opposite of imprecise fiction
What Casper is when he has a bunch of people over for dinner
Picture of the Day: Our hostel is located at the top of a huge hill. The only benefit of this is the nice panoramic view it provided.