Everybody needs a little kick in the mojo sometimes. A jolt of energy to get life shocked back into. A dose of pure inspiration from the voices and the pens of travelers, philosophers, dreamers, and doers. Hell, sometimes you just need someone to slap you and shout, “Get off your ass and chase your dreams fool!”
Oh how the adventures of backpacking can swing dramatically from lows and highs. Trust me, I would know after all, because for a chunk of my time in Italy and across parts of Eastern Europe I was living on bread and ketchup as my budget bottomed out and I was left pondering what to do next. Well, maybe slightly freaking out.
I could not believe what I was seeing. I was crouched down in front of a beautiful white facade with ferns dangling from the top, otherwise quite unassuming compared to the rest of Rome. I squinted with one eye, my tongue poking from my lips as I tried to concentrate on keeping my balance while I peered through what looks like a normal ole’ keyhole in an ornate door.