Travel, for me, is about more than how many sights I see.

I never really enjoyed vacations that were going to go. I hated moving hotels every few days and only doing the top 4 highlights of a city.

Dreaming of the lushness of the mountains.

That part of my life has not changed.

Now, I feel guilty for not seeing the sights; many people tell me how lucky I am to live on the road, and sometimes I want to tell them I envy your life in one spot.

Yet that is life; the grass is always greener.

The grass is not greener on either side. If you take care of your grass, it will be green. Lately, I have been neglecting my grass.

Yet when I write or film, everyone wants to see what they expect a country to be like, in their eyes. My eyes are different.

I have spent today talking and trying to get to know the people here. I do not care if I see another ancient ruin; I am done. Now I want to find out why you speak 3 languages, where your family is from, what your culture is, and why.

We do romanticize the doing of things, yet to me, that is not getting to know a country. Today my sister and I sat at the bar before she left for the airport.