Long-term, guerilla-style travel is a strange way to live a life. This is just one of the thoughts I´ve been having lately. This is my tenth week of traveling from place to place every few days, hitting up strangers over the internet to stay on their couch and use their computers to type to whoever reads my random musings. I´ve had (and continue to have) tons of fun. But the other thought in my head present more than any others is: where to now?

I ask myself this question almost on a day-to-day question, often while looking at my big map of continental Europe. The possibilities seem so endless. There´s Ireland just to the southwest of me and I check Ryanair and other discount airlines within Europe on the cost of getting there tomorrow. And then I see Scotland and wonder what the ferries are like between here and there. And then flamenco thoughts pop in my head and my focus goes to Spain...and then Italy...and then Croatia on down to Greece. I think of new friends I´ve made I´d like to see again from France to Prague and those I´ve only met online in the Dutch countries. My head spins with possibilities and just keep thinking: where to now?

And then comes the bigger meaning of that question. I want to do more. Not just travel more and see more but do more. I´m having a ball out here, for the most part, but I can feel like I should be doing more with my life. I need a new project. I need a new purpose.

So these are some of the thoughts going through my head. I have so many more questions than answers.

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Posted May 31, 2004 11:31 AM @ (GMT - 6)