South of America

There are many times while solo traveling that I’m scared. Not scared of where I am, but scared of what I need to do. Simple things like getting laundry coins, finding the bus to Montevideo, and getting in the right line for the right thing when I don’t understand the language. Mostly I give myself more time for everything. I find myself waiting for the ferry an hour before it leaves in order to give myself enough time if I’ve got it all wrong and I’m in the wrong place. I’ve almost turned around from doing things because I doubt myself or if it’s going to be too much for me. And… honestly sometimes I do turn around, but more times than not I keep on. I make mistakes, I say dumb things, people honk at me, shop owners shrug, google translate fails me, and I get “lost” a lot. But I always find myself, I get a taxi, I laugh off my language (or lack of it) and I move on.
When I saw this sign written in English on a power box in Buenos Aires I knew it was written for me.
Thank you world for leaving me a sign.En savoir plus