One of my favorite memories was on the beach at dusk, feeling the heat of the day fade and the warm water of the Adriatic splash against my feet while sweet bread and distant happy singing washed through the twilight air.
Lets trade travel stories.
I was raised in an Indian spiritual commune by atheist parents where meditation, rationality, and a loving approach to life were encouraged. It's mostly made me nice and reasonable.
Despite this I'm fantastically shallow and workout 5 days a week to stay in shape.
It also means I missed those formative years where I would have learned shame, fear of death, and the value of modesty. Along, apparently, with showing my age. All advantages I'm thankful for.
I prefer tea from China, beer from Germany, and books made of paper.
Being alive is automatic. Living is optional.
Come opt in with me.