Summer doldrums have replaced the fresh excitement of my travels. I am feeling a little like Conan Doyle described Sherlock Holmes in-between cases. While I am not quite ready to start doing drugs and lay on the couch all day scraping my violin aimlesslyl; I definitely feel a little hollowed out and like I am lacking purpose. I guess I should be grateful; life provides plenty of opportunities to be addicted to something and vices could always be worse than travel. I need to pull myself together and start planning another trip. In the meantime, I need to get my momentum back.

Here's a photo from this summer's trip.

Post more soon.