He’s gone! My brother is off exploring the world and his inner self while I sit here pondering my existence.
Check out his travel blog, Journey Into the Unknown for more about his adventure.
One of my favorite movies is Under the Tuscan Sun because the main character Frances finds herself by taking action and allowing things to fall into place, even when everything seems to have blown up in her face. The romantic in me wants to do what my brother is doing and what Frances did. To have the courage to leave everything and everyone behind. To start anew in a strange land or city. Granted I do not foresee my brother buying a house in Italy and renovating it, but if he does he should know that I will come to visit and stay for an uncomfortably long time, lol. ;)
The thing is, He, like Frances, is able to do this type of thing. He has the means, the time, and does not have the attachments or responsibilities that I and others like me have. Namely children. Granted I could run off to Europe and backpack my way across the continent, but… to do that I would need to either abandon or kidnap my daughter… ( and most European countries have US extradition treaties)
So, not wanting to spend time in a foreign prison, my path to self-discovery requires adventures within the familiar, so No exotic lands like in, Eat Pray Love, or wandering the road to Santiago, like in The Pilgrimage, anytime soon. Which really kicks my love to travel in the teeth. *sigh*
But if I’m anything, I’m resilient and I’ll make do.
Oh, and for the record. I’m not jealous of my brother, I’m proud of him. I just like to tease him from time to time about being stuck here while he galavants around the world. ;)
Love and Light,