Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life – and travel – leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks – on your body or on your heart – are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.
No one understands and appreciates the American Dream of hard work leading to material rewards better than a non-American.
He doesn’t yearn for a better, different life than the one he has – because he knows he’s got a home in this one.
We are, after all, citizens of the world – a world filled with bacteria, some friendly, some not so friendly. Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonald’s?
Good food is very often, even most often, simple food.