Out of all the books in the world, the best stories
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Casey's Blog
"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it solely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetation in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime."
~Mark Twain
“So understand don’t waste your time
Always searching for those wasted years
Face up, make your stand
And realize you’re living in the golden years”
– Adrian Smith
All things considered, today is going to be a good day…
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I write this as I sit on the beach with my laptop watching my final Ecuadorian sunset. By the time I post this, most likely I will be back home. Once the sun drops below the ocean’s horizon I will be hitching a ride 3 hours away to the Guayaquil airport to catch my midnight…
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It all started last Thursday. It was a bitter-sweet day. I was sad to leave this beautiful place and even sadder to say goodbye to all the amazing people I have become friends with along the way. I was trying to override that sadness with excitement to come home and see my family and friends.…
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As I sit, riding in Tito’s van, I am sipping on the perfect blend of chocolate coffee and rum. I am relaxed. I am happy. We just had a 4 day remote sabbatical in the rain forest, now we have a 12 hour journey back to the coast. At least my hope is that it…
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Tito and Martin are moving around me in a circular motion. Everything seems like it is in slow motion. I am in a temporary state of panic and hysteria. I cannot breathe. As they hop around me in what looks like a limited gravity environment, they are saying “breathe Casey, you are almost there.” I…
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It is my first morning waking up in a new hostel. The sun is shining. I am surrounded by beautiful palm trees. Our hostal is right on the ocean. I can hear the ocean waves breaking all around me. The morning sun feels amazing on my skin. This is paradise. I am sitting in the…
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“Two or three?” “Two OR three?” “CASEY, do you want two grams or three?” I am a little disoriented and cognitively distant. I have just woken from a three hour power nap. I gaze around the common area at Bromelia with foggy and tiered eyes. I visually comb the room; I see many familiar faces…
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The sun has just begun to set below the horizon. The van is packed…
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