I cross into mountains, deserts, forests, intimate shows of lights, music and action.
The people there radiate gentle, sweet warmth, and a tender forgiveness for wandering eyes and insecure hearts.
Please forgive me: this trek habitually screeches to a halt for tacos, arepas, dumplings, dosas, stuff stuffed with stuff.
Then it's back on, revived by a moment of honesty, discovery and wonder.
Then the sun sets, the meal arrives, the beat breaks.