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Trekking South America: Part 1 of 5
My backpacking experience in ignorance’s bliss.
The Story of Survival
I was a big dreamer. Always off in my world, thinking up ways to “take it over.” I believed I was going to be someone someday. Be the hand to touched the hearts of millions with my words. My dream was to journal my experiences simultaneously while on my travels. Assuming that I could get by in Canada, I thought I could concur with the world in my ill reasoning.
Young Minded Aspirations
It was many years ago. I was 16 years old. A desire to travel began to burn inside me. Every day I would walk from our apartment downtown Kelowna, B.C., to the tanning salon. It was my time to think. The gorgeous spring morning wide awake, whispering her song to me as I walked past traffic. I was arriving, for my twenty minutes of wild mind wondering, while I tanned. I often imagined I was lying on a beach. I could see birds pass and the ocean waves vividly. Maybe it was the law of attraction? I often wonder…
Skip forward a few years…
Thank goodness, because my teen years were a mess.
If I were to explain this story in exceptional depth, it would be a novel. My blog today will be in short. I will follow up with more…
