06 27 07 217 W, 1 I - + 14 - 16 2/18/2007 -- Towards Home
That last night of my journey I rejoined my travelling companions for dinner. Afterwards we enjoyed some Mexican wine and shared in one of my most favorite activities. There is a certain perspective on life that most travellers share, and I love to soak up as much as I can from people I meet on the road. Something about a group of individuals out on their own with nothing to lose, open minded, full of life, coming together spontaneously to share of themselves. I don't think there is a better way to learn more about your own life than by taking in how others live theirs. Our conversation darted from politics to philosophy to religion to science to art to music to culture, down to things of no consequence. It was the Meaning of Life itself contained in that little room that night. I had to leave the next day. I knew that I would probably never see these people again, but there was no sadness when I said goodbye. Through every moment from the Huichol ceremony to this pithy dinner conversation, each of us knew that we had shared in something special. And we could hold onto that forever.
The next day would begin the long trek home.
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