I think about us travelers out there seeking to expand our horizons and how widely available information is to us with blogs and reviews and guide book summations. When I read that a place is not worth seeing or is forgettable I now think this is someone’s home where families have grown,struggled and made a life. As someone who can barely recognize their birth place as it has been knocked down & remodeled and fields converted to parking lots I am envious of the roots people have to land they know like the back of their hand.
There are rich stories behind the places we often know for their crime rates, drug wars or civil unrest. I have no regrets that I challenged my judgements and took this ride, I am 11,000 miles along. It’s hard for some people to understand why I left my home and family to ride a bike simply to see how far I could get. I would love to make it to Tierra del Fuego in Argentina. I never had a gym membership or owned a pair of padded bicycle shorts before this trip and only knew the Mexican street slang and phrases I grew up with. As a kid I watched the Latinos in my class be treated poorly by my teachers and when adults complained about jobs being stolen by immigrants I wanted a bigger view of the world, one shaped by experience not the news on tv. I plan to ride until I stop loving it, so far the harder it gets the more I love it.
For the last 5 years that I planned my dream I worked in lighting design, as a pickle maker, I booked appointments in a dominatrix dungeon as well as sold recyclables to China so they can make it into packaging & resell it to the US. I promised myself I would make it happen and for years laid awake thinking of ‘what if’ scenarios but at some point I was more afraid of always wondering what if I had just gone and done it.
Last year a very dear friend of mine was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Thankfully her surgery was successful but when faced with uncertainty and a massive recovery this person faced her situation with such bravery and strength and managed to graduate college during this battle. This changed me forever and so, on my 35th birthday I decided not to hold back on my dream. Thank you, JLA.
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