Travel Is Not Really About Leaving Our

We Travel, Initially, To Lose Ourselves; And We Travel, Next To Find Ourselves. We Travel To Open Our Hearts And Eyes And Learn More About The World Than Our Newspapers Will Accommodate. We Travel To Bring What Little We Can, In Our Ignorance And Knowledge, To Those Parts Of The Globe Whose Riches Are Differently Dispersed. And We Travel, In Essence, To Become Young Fools Again- To Slow Time Down And Get Taken In, And Fall In Love Once More.

Just As There Are Many More Californians Now To Be Found In The Temples Of Kyoto Or The Villages Of Bali Or The Mountains Of The Himalayas Than Ever Before, What Is Also Exciting Is That One Can Just Go Downtown Santa Barbara And Find Ayurvedic Medicine, Thai Restaurants, And Japanese Cars In Abundance.

I Love The Fact That We Can't Explain Coincidences. I Think It's Like Sometimes You Walk Into A Crowded Room And You'll See A Stranger And You Feel As If You Know Her Better Than The Friends That You Came With. And The Very Fact That You Can't Explain It Is What Gives It Its Power, That It Lies In Some Deeper Or Mysterious Realm, I Think.

I Like California Because It Still Has The Glamour And Romanticism And Exoticism Of A Very Foreign Place. It Was The Place That When I Was Young, I Was Raised On "i Love Lucy" And Listening To The Grateful Dead And Reading Jack Kerouac. They, To Me, Were All Symbols Of This Very Foreign Sense Of Promise And Movement. After All This Time Here I'm Glad I Still Have It.

In A World Full Of Shifting Borders, Everything Is Happening All At Once In Every Possible Direction.