No. I do not keep traveling because I am running away from something in my life. I am curious; it is more the sensation of running toward something. Being on the road reminds me of my potential. Even in scary…
No. I do not keep traveling because I am running away from something in my life. I am curious; it is more the sensation of running toward something. Being on the road reminds me of my potential. Even in scary…
Quito is the capital of Ecuador. It was 1994, and I recall the three star hotel I had booked was a bit rough compared to what I had expected. The morning market stalls, filled with all sorts of unfamiliar produce, seemed to…
Detroit lies slumbering in the State of Michigan as the once steel giant city of industry. I was there in 1998. Walking down the main street to the city’s gorgeous art museum (Detroit Industry of Arts) and the worthwhile Charles H. Wright African…