Bea. 21. From the provinces of the Philippines, to the concrete jungle of New York City, to the mountains of Pennsylvania, I found myself in the city of brotherly love
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But that’s the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most basic sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross the street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses. By Bill Bryson, Neither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe (via universesbetweenus)