Aiii… another prolonged hiatus from the blog. I deserve a slap on the wrist. BUT, I do have a decent excuse: my old laptop was damaged beyond repair. Shipping the new one to Guatemala was quite the challenge… all of which to be blogged. As I work on catching up on both Barcelona and Central America though have a quick read about living life “sin un plano.”
Nearly everyday someone asks me: “So what’s your plan?”
All I can come up with in response is: “Well, that seems to be the question of the hour!”
I was happy to find this post by Christine Garvin on BraveNewTraveler.com:
Sometimes it’s best to let life take you where it is going to take you.
This is the last post I’m writing before embarking on an adventure to places known and unknown.
Starting next week, I’ll no longer have an apartment, or a couch; my mail will only go to my PO Box and my cat Greysey will certainly be rough-housing with my best friend’s cat, (crazy) Bobby. I will bid Fairfax, CA adieu for at least a couple of months, if not longer.
My planned road trip around the US is hardly a plan at all.
I know I’ll be staying with friends in Seattle first, and I have a house-sitting gig in Santa Cruz until the middle of the month. Then, I simply have hope that my car, which has 166,000 miles on it (but hey, it’s a Honda!) will stay strong as I make my way to wherever it is that I find myself going.
Why am I doing this? Today, I asked myself that question for the first real time. Most of my trips are planned pretty well in advance, and are mostly set in stone. Set minus the mishaps that always happen, which mostly end up amusing if you have a safety net. I don’t have much of a safety net this time, but I realized that may be part of the point.
I’m banking on the universe protecting me.
So here, without further mumbo jumbo, are six reasons to travel without a plan.
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