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During the many sleepless nights putting this trip together I thought about everything, from the good to the bad. I remember thinking about life lessons that I may learn on the road, from good or bad things that happen. Constantly, I would wonder what those experiences were going to be. This trip is amazing, full of fun and adventure, but it’s still life, fragile in every sense.

I arrived at my host’s home, a beautiful home. She showed me the guest bedroom, told me about the neighbors, and mentioned the history of the property. The tour took about ten minutes and there was a phone call for her, my host. I could hear the person on the other end of the line sobbing and my heart kind of sank. My host had just found out that her husband’s cousin had died tragically.

There I was a stranger, only knowing this person for a few minutes and I had to be the first to console her. The difficulty to take it in, especially in that situation, was hard to grasp. I’m somewhat troubled of what to write for this project that I wanted to be full of optimism. It’s a growing epxerience and I’m hoping that everyone is doing ok. I grew a lot today.

The kindness of people is astonishing. My host’s boss took me in for tonight, providing me with a place to sleep and the kindest hospitality. Not enough can be said for the goodness of people. And now all my thoughts are for the family, friends, and especially young children of the man who passed away. -xo