Travel to 20 Countries

The other day looking through my passport I started counting the countries I have visited. I realized I have been to 20, excluding my home country. The Bahamas, Mexico, Guatemala, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama, Ecuador, Morocco, Gibraltar, Spain, Portugal, France, Italy, the Vatican (politically this is a country, although this feels like cheating to count), the UK, India, China, Taiwan, and now Thailand.

(Me with my beloved passport)

Most of these countries I have visited in the past 3 years. How have I moved through the world so fast? I hope it is worth it. I hope I will remember all of my stories.

I have gotten to a point where I don’t know how to place myself anymore. A few weeks ago Andy from hobotraveler.com wrote that I am going over the edge of no return. I am wondering if I really am too far gone and what does that mean? Am I now not normal? It is true I am not doing what most people my age in my country are doing, but would I rather be doing what they are doing? They all seem miserable, confused, jaded and bored. They have crappy jobs, hate school, drink too much, hate their parents, hate the world. I wouldn’t want to be any of those things in a million years. Somehow my parents instilled me with a reverence for the eccentric. Am I well on my way there? Are my travels a journey through the world or through myself? Here’s to becoming an eccentric.