Time is up

This bus ride did it for me. My time was up and my batteries had died again. There was no fridge that was going to revive them. I wanted to go home.

I was struggling with the idea of not making it to Matchu Pitchu, my initial traveling goal. It is a place I obviously want to visit, but I felt I would spoil my visit by going only because I had to , or because I had made it that far. I wanted to see it with a fresh and invigorated perspective.

Besides, three months after my departure from the Barra Funda bus station in Sao Paulo, a lot had changed. I was officially a graduate student and no longer an applicant. Twenty pounds light, I had discovered camping, trekking and fishing, not to mention I had rekindled my sky watching interests.

This trip had given me much more than whatever I could ever have planned. It was okay not to go to Matchu Pitchu. It was time I headed back.