Sheep with tails 10 lbs heavy and salt water distilled with ease. Encountering different people with familiar desires and needs. There’s so much to be learned in ones account of life in the 1750s.

Etching information (a picture, story, or map) into a stone or metal. A rudimentary printing press. What used to take days now takes minutes.

Surrounded by entropy, one would think. Constantly changing the ground beneath one’s feet. Yet that picture is incomplete. There is order, unseen.

It’s the little things when traveling, like: That make a world of difference.

I’m about to land in Turkey. My 12th country on the year of travel. I have no confirmed place to lay my head for the night. No plans for the day. No commitments. And I am happy.