I have been down many curves in the road of my travels. I have also followed many curvy roads in my life. The path of life is never simple nor is it straight. It is the curves in the road that make life interesting and complete.
Heading southeast along the curvy roads in Iceland, wondering what surprises will await.
Driving up the curvy roads in Taos, New Mexico to the snow-capped mountains where we will race down the slopes on our skis.
Riding the bus to Xela, Guatemala en route to my week learning Spanish and volunteering with the children in the hillside.
Getting lost in the ancient Medina and souq of the winding roads of Rabat, Morocco starting off a week of volunteering at a women’s center.
Walking the windy, unkept roads of Cusco, Peru preparing for my first or many treks along the mountains.
Climbing up to and following the curvy ancient stones along the Great Wall of China, a path that many had walked before.
The curvy roads at the last outpost of civilization in El Chatlen, Argentina, the heart of Patagonia and launching off point for many spectacular hikes.
Enjoying the vintage cars on the cobblestone curvy roads of Uruguay.
Chasing slowly behind the miles of cars on the one and only road to the start of the Annapurna trail in Nepal.
This post is in response to Where’s my Backpack’s weekly travel theme: Curves. To see more entries, click here.