Feb. 27, Madagascar Day 31
I just rode a bicycle, a situation which apparently requires the attention of everyone in the village. People lined the streets laughing as I would maneuver around zebu manure and a chicken crossing the road (I still wonder why it did). The bike itself felt like it would fall apart under my comparatively giant stature. It was already missing a pedal, and the seat was useless. But we, the bike and I, made it and I had this sense of freedom with the wind blowing through my hair. I'm coming to learn through all of this that it's all about the journey. The destination will always be there, and all in all it's a common, shared thing. But the journey--whether it's life in general, a semester abroad, or a 2 minute ride on a rickety bicycle--is unique and valuable to the person experiencing it. I hope you've enjoyed a slight peek into my journey.
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