Will it fall from me—the ability to live with so little? The ability to walk slowly, to taste fully, to listen with both ears? The ability to see beauty in a crumbling wall? In broken glass? We want so much in that nation of ours; we need so much, and because we’ll never get all we need, we don’t stop wanting.
I have to share my friend Kate’s post about leaving Buenos Aires because it is such a beautiful ode to travel, and also to living a life in which you are present. Kate, you are a couple years younger than me, but sometimes I feel like you are 100.