I’M A LITTLE STUBBORN about roughing it. I have friends who can’t comprehend my willingness to stay in grimy hostels and walk for miles in order to save a few bucks and extend the journey.
I can’t judge people for how they choose to travel. We all find our peace through travel in different ways. At 24, I’m finding it by schlepping around the Sea of Galilee with my thumb out, my back soaked with sweat in a shirt that’s been worn a few too many times without being washed. Also, I’m broke, so loving to travel this way is pretty convenient at this point in my life.