and those worn out vagabond shoes are really really realllllly longing to stray.
i miss overnight trains and cramped buses, greasy hair and unwashed faces, seeing the landscape change from desert to mountain to plateau to sea and back to desert again.
i miss coffee and potato chip breakfasts eaten while standing, and passing out in my shoes after staying up all night.
i miss the banks of the Nile and the rocks of Mt. Sinai, the sand dunes of Jordan and the hazy hills of Damascus.
i miss the chaos of travel.