Feeling poetic today. Almost at the end of our longest trip ever, all I can think of is poetry. Sometimes that's what every emotion flows down to. Poetry. Rolling hills, food that pleased all senses, endless blue ocean, warm hearts, happy faces, loud exciting fiestas, it's bound to bring out the poet in anyone, specially one that already is. We lived our dream out, we have been doing that off late- kind of a bucket list.
Live your life, accomplish your dreams, for we get this one life. And what you do, defines you.
The traveller moves on, to find new pastures, to meet new people... A new world beckons.