dreams, dreams, dreams

I want to write a travel blog and start a podcast. About travel  and my life. Travel is intrinsically linked to me and my soul. This physical vessel craves travel. Which means my soul and travel are linked forever. Exploring new places, taking in the plants and nature and animals and flowers and buildings and transportation. Meeting people and hearing them speak their native tongue. Eating the local food and tasting ingredients I don’t know the names of and savoring food I’ve never experienced, but cannot live without after this. Hearing the music and seeing the streets and the cars and the people are what I love. What I crave. Travel fills me up in a way that day-to-day life in America does not. Why is that? Well the first thing is that the American Dream (working your life then retired at an age you are too weathered to live)  is sold to us like a shiny new gift wrapped in silver paper and topped with a bow full of lies.