"Maybe I'll write, maybe I won't...." Time has gone on and on and has come for a continuation of my travels, this time with BU's International Honors Program. In two weeks, after an intensive orientation housed at the Heminway Street Youth hostel in Boston, we British Airways -it through London to Bangalore in India. After six weeks, we go to Beijing, and then finally to Cape Town in South Africa.
My pre-departure homework assignment for the program included a question about my expectations for each location. As humans conditioned in planning, it is hard to not have expectations. I think that my expectations are mostly unconcious, for I have convinced myself that they are instead indiscriminating hopes.
Here are some, sponsered by idealist, inc.

1. To learn through the relationships formed with my fellow traveling students and professors.
2. To not get physically sick.
3. To have inspirational interactions with the people in each country I visit.
4. To write.
5. To feel with all of my senses, to pay attention to details, to smile upon waking and write down my doxycycline (maleria-medication) -induced dreams.
6. To do a little yoga, if it is merely breathing, each day.
7. For an idea of what I want to do with my life, or at least of what I want to write my thesis about, to coalesce in my mind.
8. To stay aware of my identity parallel to my unity with my surroundings. To take in every moment as it is, whether glowing or smeared with bane.

As it is, is how it goes, and so it goes...