"A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. Tour masters, schedules, reservations, brass-bound and inevitable, dash themselves to wreckage on the personality of the trip. Only when this is recognised can the blown-in-the-glass bum relax and go along with it. Only then do the frustrations fall away. In this, a journey is like a marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it. I feel better now, having said this, although only those who have experienced it will understand it."
-John Steinbeck
Why is it that we are never settled, or if not "we" that I am never settled?! Why do I keep looking, keep planning, keep wondering what I am missing? And just when I feel like writing it all down, I find that someone already has. Yes, Charley is a French Poodle which is somehow distasteful to me, but the journey is already recorded adn I wish I'd read it before my own US odessy. I suppose now I'll just have to take another...
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