Traveling brings us to ourselves.
This is one of my deep truths and a large part of why I love traveling so very much.
In the connections, the glasses of wine shared with friends, the laughter, I am brought back to myself.
Wandering around the street, I see a shop offering henna. I am going to go to pizza after my friend's pregnant yoga class, but I have just enough time to get designs on the back of both of my hands. And so I do. The truth of my life is having beautiful designs on my hands brings me great joy and it has be a long time since I had the opportunity.
Snippets from my west coast adventure, so far.