Getting sick when you’re traveling is horrible. And boy was I sick in Thailand, real bad. I remember a specific moment when I didn’t understand what was happening to my body or why was all that happening then (as if life had to be accountable and give reasons).
Being there in bed I felt small, tiny. Feeling like a little girl who is sick and all she wishes is for her mother to be there by her side to take care of her. There really was a moment when I truly wished to be “home”, traveling back in time and deciding to never leave, or just by teleporting myself. But again, I was feeling real bad.
It may not seem like a very deep feeling, but in that moment and place, I could not tell you the last time I felt so utterly and totally vulnerable.
Traveling puts you in your place. Whatever you thought you knew about yourself, whatever image you had of you as a person, it brakes apart. And I believed that I was so strong and independent, but there you had me, wishing mom to be with me.
It was a good thing this happened right after the trip just began. It was kind of like “so what, you thought this was going to be a piece of cake, right? No way baby”. A first lesson. Not only made it clear that the trip wouldn’t be easy, it also showed me that no matter how bad future situations could be, one way or another I knew I could overcome them and continue moving forward.
