“ Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” - Gustav Flaubert
I'm so sorry I've been cheating on you. What can I say, I can love more than 1 place at a time. Deal with it. No, no, really I'm sorry. You deserve better from me. After all, you are the place of my birth, where my immigrant roots go back 4 generations. My great-grandfather found his way here, and started the family in the coffee life; for some cousins, it still continues. For me, I just drink the stuff.
I have been in and out of your life all of my life, but I have never forgotten you. Though I moved away in the prime of my life, I always considered you home. I first met you when I was a young child. I have many good memories of fine white sand beaches, delicious fiesta food, friendly people, good teachers, and lifelong friends. I am sorry that people who don't know you say bad things about you and make silly remarks about snakes and life on a “rock.” Some ignoramuses even have the nerve to make fun of you, and use you as a joke for something insignificant. You are anything but, if they only knew you.
I have traveled quite a bit, and am using this page to record some memories. Travel is a wonderful education, expanding your view of the world, of other cultures, of the beauty of diversity.