Strangers on the road

On the way back from Key West, one thing Yang said really touched me. We were discussing the most memorable part of our spring break. He said "it's the people". I was shocked at first, thinking there are people everywhere in the world. Why do we need to travel 1300 miles away from Philly to find interesting people? Then, I thought of how I got my passport back from the Key West police station, how I met the freelance writer in the Cuban cafe. All these moments made me believe in the power of people and traveling. They are not common people you see in Philadelphia, or Beijing. They are the "strangers" you meet on the journey.

It's hard to give one profile about the strangers you meet on the road. They have the common traits of being interesting , but are unique in their own ways. So far, I can think of three categories: a) local artists/shop owners b) local tour guide c) travelers. In this trip, I made some contacts with the owner of a local art gallery in South Beach Miami. It's interesting how the conversation got started. (Finally, someone think I have a British accent). He was showing me some really beautiful photo shots of nature. Another guy we met in Key West was very proud of the scent pot his family made for the past 70 years. From the stranger in the first category, I am always moved by their passion for life. 

The tour guide we met in Key West had an interesting name card. His title is "Human Being". With a grateful heart, you can always live a happy life. 

Meeting other travelers on the road is always an unpredictable story. You could have hours of heart to heart talk. Then the next day, you guys are on the road again. It's strange that you can even share more with that stranger than with your friends at home. If that stranger happen to share the same interests, the conversation goes on even longer. Well, what a strange world! 

After this trip, I am more determined about my travel plan after graduation. I know that the travel mode can fulfill my curiosity and energy to the fullest. More importantly, I am learning more about myself and my ideal state of living. Maturity takes time. It really does.