Freedom is an interesting thing. I grew up in the United States of America, Land of the Free. I took it for granted that I had freedom in that glorious country of my birth. Then I left to travel the world and discovered freedom is not so simple as a happenstance of birth location.
Every country has something it is known for, something famous around the
world. Something that makes it worthy of being a country. But every
country also has something small that is memorable to me. Each country has
its little bit of inglorious fame.
Travel isn’t always pretty and comfortable. Some days it hurts. Some days it pushes you far beyond your limits. Some days it leaves you shattered and broken.
Opening my eyes I regained awareness of the world around me. My partner in the ritual, the room around us and even of time itself. The first sensation is of beauty. Beauty beyond comprehension, impossible to describe. I knew I had been connected to that infinite beauty before opening my eyes yet there was no sense of self during that boundless moment, not even the sensation as if I had been asleep. Had it been a few seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? I could not tell. All of eternity had been contained within that timeless moment. I would have remained within that profound beauty forever were it possible.
Thailand is possibly the most talked about country in the world among travelers. As I tend to walk the road less traveled I found it difficult to muster enthusiasm for such a destination yet I was determined to set aside my expectations when I arrived. Here are a few of my impressions….
I love wandering around food markets in developing countries because of the flagrant disregard for what I once would have considered vital practices for handling food safely. It makes me wonder how much of western world safe food handling practices are actually necessary….