Right now i am on a shaky crowded bus that smells like sweat. I am headed towards a city of millions with a reputation of crime and beauty. A city i can't communicate with, a city that can only shout back strange yet familiar words back at me.I have to admit, I am scared, terrified. This is far from my comfort zone.
Yet I look out of the window and i see starts for the first time in months. Orion looks beautiful. And then i remember the beauty of this trip. The beauty of being 22, traveling Brasil with but a backpack. The beauty of being young and foolish; the beauty of taking a trip that opens my eyes to all my foolishness and the foolishness of others and still allows me to see the beauty.
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