There's no place like home

Recently I had the opportunity of taking a small trip, encompassing about half the country. It was your typical "from A to B" kind of trip, not a "stop and see the sights" one. Which was too bad because, as I looked out the window, there was an immensity of places I wanted to visit.

And that's just the thing. Our habit of taking everything for granted makes us numb to the things we have that we can easily reach. We all want to go to Egipt, Japan, Dominican Republic, Hawaii and so on, that we fail to see all the wonderfull stuff our own country has to offer. Diferences in culture, own sets of identity, traditions, locations, lakes, buildings, people.

It made me both want to get off the bus at every chance and go on forever. There were places that had the quietude of a lazy summer's sunday afternoon. Hills and valeys that you only see in postcards. Green as far as the eye could see. Air you could breathe, air you wanted to taste even.


Still, even with all that, getting back to the familiar sights and sounds of your own city, your home, even if you've only just parted... guess we all have a place where we really feel like we belong. Even if it's noisy, crowded, poluted, stressing and all.

Still, hope next summer I can take that trip again... this time, taking a stop once in a while.