In the Fall of 2009, I traveled to Costa Rica for the first time. I had an itinerary, some fear and probably some expectations, but found myself completely blind-sided by how that trip would affect me. Put another way, I was well-prepared for the journey but not-at-all-prepared for what it would do to me. I'm not ashamed to admit that it stole a portion of my heart in a way that I wasn't even aware was possible. I'm not sure whether I left a piece of my heart there or if a part of Costa Rica planted itself in me. Whichever is correct, I want to be moved, shaken, molded, changed by somewhere again. I don't think anywhere new will have the exact same effect, but that's not what I'm in search of.
I have a long list of places I want to see. Time to set a goal and make it happen. When wanderlust strikes it strikes deep.
