the roads are littered with writers, many bearded with travel, and
they all have amazing stories of their experiences. wandering, but
not necessarily vagrant in the feeling the word has taken on.
they are employed by the search for love and addicted to the feeling of a new city and its people.
we share a hospitality as travelers and hosts.
”this would be the norm in europe” i’m told, and
i’ve taken to happily explaining the concept of inviting strangers into a home to share an interaction and to re-see our own familiar.
we all have seat-creased journals in our pockets, a favorite pen, and a fervor for learning.
i’ve learned so far that nebraska is long, but the sunsets seen from I-80 are amazing;
that i don’t require elaborate accommodations, maybe just a clean six feet by three, my sleeping bag, and pillow;
that i might be mildly (but tolerably) allergic to cats;
that i am more easily swung about a place by my experience with its people than the sites i see.
speaking of sites, I’m going to go take a tour of a tea factory and ride a bike through Boulder Creek
here’s a video of a Nebraska sunset
Love the subtle ambiance of Animaniacs in the background there… really completes the mood of the sunset ^^