As I was walking through the Cuban countryside in 2009, a young man with a horse drawn cart waved me down off the hillside and, in Spanish I could not understand, offered me a ride back to town. Although I would have happily finished my journey alone and on foot, I was happier sharing it with a local farmer and a sweaty horse. I jumped on and settled myself on the worn wooden bench. The clean Cuban air was warm and wet, and the road was empty. We spoke little but we smiled a lot. At the end of the ride I had a friend, one I would never see again (and who graciously accepted 15 Cuban pesos from me). I took a picture to remind myself that someday I would just keep going with the road ahead and no particular destination.
And so I did. I quit my job and put everything in storage. I bought a ticket to Madrid with a return flight through Hong Kong.
Six months later, I returned home, homeless and jobless. And eager for more.
This is the story of my around-the-world journey and the travels that followed it.
“We have to be willing to give up the life we planned to live the life that is waiting for us.” Joseph Campbell