I've been traveling for officially a month now. January 20th was when we took off from Kentucky. We were bright eyed and bushy tailed. Today is February 20th, and one month in we are officially "seasoned". With no planned end in sight we will continue to develop as travelers. We've been a bit stationary this last week and intend on staying put for a little bit. However, I want to buy a motorcycle in Panama. Anyways the point I wanted to make was about goodbyes.
Even though I am now, what I am calling a seasoned traveler, I still hate goodbyes. I just witnessed the owners of this hostel, La Ruka telling two good friends goodbye. I hated it, but of course I couldn't not look. It made me feel happy and sad and all of that at the same time. It was nice thing for all of them, but in a very sad way. I even took their "goodbye picture" of the four of them. I know saying goodbye is a proper ritual, but I almost prefer it's absence.
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