Surprises

This is what I love about traveling: in a span of 24 hours, I went from my apartment in Florida to a hotel in eastern Ukraine. A plane (well, three planes) not only transported me to a different location but to a particular experience I couldn't have predicted. I knew my final destination was Kharkov. I knew I had a ride from the airport. I knew I'd have somewhere to sleep. I didn't know I'd end up in an Argentinian restaurant with a nurse from California, a respiratory therapist from North Carolina, and a physician from Kharkov.

Traveling is a lot of small surprises (mostly good, some less-than-desirable) all strung together. You start at point A. You arrive at point B. What happens after that? The good stuff. You just have to do it to find out what it is ;)