We had a visitor for the last four days - a boy who is biking around the world. He left in 2008 and came into our home muddy, cold, hungry and soaking wet.
A friend of mine directed him to us, thinking we'd put him up - which I was happy too, but his arrival date started getting closer and closer to my due date so I was more hesitant to host him. As he delayed the trip more, I indicated I was 9 months pregnant - but he understood that my due date was Feb 6th so that's when he believed the baby was coming. I let him know that we had a full house and only shared couch space (Gokhan is sleeping on the couch these days), and he said, "Great!" So, the baby didn't come yet, but the world traveler did.
He hauled up his bike, camping gear, snow from day and soil from the last five countries. He took a hot shower, washed his clothes, ate some soup, and ate dinner with us again an hour later. He had an inflatable globe of the world where he had marked his trail across the world. He had a t-shirt that he had sewn flags from each country too. Gokhan could identify almost all of the flags in the first guess.
We shared travel stories, and he asked if I missed traveling. And it's odd, but I don't. I knew when I took the year trip that I was done as a traveller. The trip was just what I dreamed of, and while there are places I'd like to go to - and week-long or two-week trips sound great to me, I am satisfied with my traveling experience. I've never really been interested in Africa or Australia, for no particular reason. I'd like to visit Columbia, the Bahamas, New Zealand, and some really luxurious resort in Southeast Asia. Maybe do the TransSiberian Railway. But only if I can share these adventures with my husband.
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