It’s hard to imagine waking up to a breakfast like this right now. Fresh sliced strawberries with a skillet puff pancake that isn’t too sweet until you drown it in maple syrup and powdered sugar. Mainly because my breakfast for the last 10 days has been yogurt and puff grain cereal while sitting in a chilly breakfast room filled with fellow travelers as I snapped photos in Cusco and Machu Pichu Peru. I am sitting for a few moments before a last whirlwind attempt at trying some local cuisine and hoping on the flight home trying to digest my thoughts and
Leaving new places is always hard for me. There is never enough time, there’s always something else I could have tried and there’s the unexpected friendships that you have to leave behind. I am so grateful to have gotten to come and enjoy every single thing (more on that in a future post), but am always overwhelmed by how hard it is to step onto that plane and return home.
I will miss the people and the colors, the foods and the smells (well not all of them), the noises and the traffic. From the busy town squares to the children playing on the sidewalks, it’s the same as everywhere but new and exotic all on its own. It’s not that I don’t want to be home and return to these comforting breakfasts and the warm love of my family, there’s just that bittersweet pause.
And I don’t think that I am the only traveler that suffers this.