When we travel I often think about how we immerse ourselves into someones else’s home and yet we rarely enter that space with a door and windows. Instead, we meander around searching for intrigue with hopes of capturing impressions of a place, its people. But do you sometimes feel like you are at a crossroads between nosiness and intimacy? I do, but with fingers crossed, I move along, camera on my shoulder, and the notion…

A home is not a place, it is a people .

Perhaps there is a love story in the making.

We often discover community traditions and/or cultural connections to a region. To keep it real, look at all the facial expressions of the Bolivian street performers below. It confirms…we all have our good days and our bad days.

I think of friendship, and spaces meant for walking and talking. On this particular day, I remember wondering how long these ladies had been friends. My guess is, as long as they can remember .

Ah, yes, this thing called life. It is more than a game. This people place is a lifelong commitment. Thank goodness there will always be those who guide us along the way.

We all know with age there is wisdom, and I don’t think you need to see a face to appreciate the character of someone’s soul. Eleanor Roosevelt summed it up nicely when she said:

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.

People. I know..there are those who love the quiet, and the sea. And there will always be those who scream, look at me. Be reminded.. it is their space, their home…not yours.

And finally, I can’t let the week go without a shout-out to my Jeeples? (Jeep People). They are family, and friends, from all walks of life who come together with a common goal: the desire to go where a Jeep can take you.

Home is truly not a place, it is a people and we all do that peopley thing a little differently, don’t we? This week we will be exploring a remote region in Utah where there will be NO people….except us.

I will reconnect when we return.

Wind Kisses, Donna