Because--a home is a place where you understand the avenues. A prayer to simplicity.
Travel is upending, play.
Both are valuable, but I persist in the notion that travel is a means to a better, deeper, stiller notion of home.
Night bus from Potosi to Cochabamba. Dogs desultory on dusty streets. Headlights illuminating startling curves and sharp drops. Trash and toilets that make no attempt to hide the bodily functions they exist to contain. And still this is the most beautiful country. Gracias por todos.