tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43013291253070455402024-02-19T02:49:26.225-08:00Flying SanchiI have big dreams. I have an explorer's heart. I have wanderlust. Sanchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08139114554668016468noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301329125307045540.post-78789846766404389112018-05-11T05:45:00.001-07:002018-05-11T05:46:01.124-07:00The Wanderluster<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Wanderlust. A strong desire to travel. What is travel? Travel to me
is something deep. Something I feel when I feeling everything. The smell
of a new place, the sound of the winds, the rustling of leaves. The
folk music, the clothing.The footsteps in the mud. The rain and the
waterfalls. The mountains and the huts.Travel is a lifestyle.<br />
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I
do not even remember the first time I recognized my need to travel. It
is something that has always been a part of me. Its something in my
blood. Literally.<br />
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I had the wanderlust gene. DRD4-7R.
It is an allele of DRD4 which is a dopamine receptor. The 7R allele has
to do with increased levels of curiosity and risk taking, which explains
the need to travel more than others who lack this gene.<br />
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So
its safe to say that I'm a little crazy in the head. I've been dreaming
about traveling the world ever since I even knew what the world is.<br />
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Sanchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08139114554668016468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301329125307045540.post-67623456760904161732016-03-09T11:34:00.002-08:002016-03-09T11:37:51.743-08:00THE DOG LADY (1.12.15)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span data-reactid=".1.1.0.0.2.1.0.0.1"><span data-reactid=".1.1.0.0.2.1.0.0.1.0">Just when I thought I was having the the time of my life while getting
3.5 hours of explore-time, fate shows me there's more. At the corner of
a street, on 3 to 4 layers of rugged old mattresses and cloth
materials, there lay 5 dogs, including a pup, lazing around. Naturally, I
started petting them. A woman, named Rose Heaven Francis, has been
living on the streets with those dogs for the past 11 years. She takes
care of them like they were her children. The first thing she asked me
for wasn't money, or food for herself, but some milk so the dogs
wouldn't have to sleep on an empty stomach. I talked to her for a little
more than an hour, and I have learned more than any books could teach
me. Her life has inspired me in all the great ways. </span><br data-reactid=".1.1.0.0.2.1.0.0.1.$newline1/=10" /><span data-reactid=".1.1.0.0.2.1.0.0.1.2">P.S. She isn't formally educated, but she can speak 8 languages fluently. </span><br data-reactid=".1.1.0.0.2.1.0.0.1.$newline3/=10" /><span data-reactid=".1.1.0.0.2.1.0.0.1.4">I'm going to take her interview whenever I get to.</span><br data-reactid=".1.1.0.0.2.1.0.0.1.$newline5/=10" /><span data-reactid=".1.1.0.0.2.1.0.0.1.6">FAITH IN HUMANITY RESTORED. </span></span></span></div>
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