The cleanliness of my vehicle.
After romping around Asia on sketchy motorbikes, exhaust-filled tuk tuks, crammed buses, slow-chugging trains and double-prop planes, waxing my truck and conditioning its leather now seem insignificant. So does repairing small cosmetic dents and a few scratches.
Rubber sandals are pretty much all I needed in Asia, and most of the time I left them at the door when entering an establishment. There’s not much carpet to muddy up over there, either, so most of my days were spent barefoot and fancy-free. Plus, I soon built calluses which further enabled my shoeless romping over rocky paths and coral reefs. Although, after nearly a month without arch support, damn did it feel nice to put on some Nikes and go for a hike.
Now that I’m back on American soil it takes a lot more to get me to don a pair of shoes than it used to. Being barefoot can always bring me back to those simpler times when my days consisted of lounging in a hammock sipping a cold coconut after my morning surf.