My Vagabond Year -1

Namaste

My Vagabond Year -2

Day disappeared

My Vagabond Year -3

Leaving Los Angeles

My Vagabond Year -4

Down to the dregs.

My Vagabond Year Countdown: -5

No longer my front door

Travel for Its Own Sake

Some people travel to a place. For me, the place is not the point; the traveling is all. Being away means being unmoored, able to be borne by events with whatever comes along. The floating the stream, weaving through flow of traffic, dodging the avalanche. Having a good time is irrelevant. Only later will you know which moments are polished to diamonds as the waters of time wash over them, which bits will silt up and sink from view. The streambed of travel is a magical, personal haven in your heart. Enjoy.