Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.’ — Nick Miller (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible. — Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via larmoyante)
Semi-interrupting nap time.
I want to take this beautiful creature home with me.
Same thing with this little guy.
I’m just… I’m just such an animal whisperer. I know.
He turned and looked STRAIGHT at me just as I was about to click.
It was a pretty intense, meaningful moment for both of us, obviously.
It’s a beautiful day in the windy city. Sunny, with a moderate, cool breeze that feels so refreshing and invigorating. Diana, Jona, and I spent the afternoon at Lincoln Park Zoo (a lovely way to spend the Sabbath, by the way). I went along with them, thinking I’d pay an entry fee, and was delighted to find that it’s free!
Yet another reason why I’m finding Chicago to be the best city in the U.S. ;)
[Photos to follow!]