It's been a while since I've walked on foreign land and made it a point to look up at the world around me. It's funny how you don't really stop to look at where you exactly are, in your own home.
It usually takes someone else to make you realize how much you've taken your own country for granted. Whether it be a friend who's currently spending time overseas in a country that's wet and dreary, or a tourist marveling at the richness of your culture, accompanied by the generous amount of sun that sticks to you like second skin.
It's amazing what a drive to the beach, or a hike up a jungle trail can do.
There usually isn't enough room for you to think about petty things once you're on the move doing things like this. Add on a few scenic views, and your brain just fills up with thoughts about how wonderful mother nature is, how refreshing, how magical.
It's a bonus once you can share this experience with people who are dear to you. The stories you'd mutually relate to, because you were there when they were, is a gift on its own: to have people you care about, with you, while you cure wanderlust.
Climbing waterfalls and dipping your feet into cold river water takes your mind off of the tangled mess that is your city, the world suddenly becomes your oyster, and breathing feels much easier.
What if the kind of wanderlust that I want to cure, can't be done by wearing out paper maps of a city i barely know?
I have a bad case of wanderlust for the coves and trails of your skin.
