I feel like I’m in España once more, but instead of watching olive trees pass by through the window of the bus, I am enjoying all of the newly sprouted leaves of Michigan trees. Those long bus rides in Spain were often hot and sometimes miserable (i.e. couples making out and babies screaming), yet lovely all the same. It was a journey that was leading to somewhere new, somewhere to explore, somewhere to encounter new souls. Although I am simply going to Chicago, being on the road reminds me how good it feels to go – to go somewhere that isn’t home, somewhere out of the ordinary, somewhere that will open your mind – if only for a few days.