Perks of sleeping in an airport

After a less than perfect start, we have made it to Miami. Arriving at one am we opted for sleeping on the floor of MIA. Which was surprisingly, what'd you expect an airport floor to sleep like. Loud intercoms blaring every 15 minutes. Relieved to not be the only couple finding comfort in the few scattered benches, we staked one out and fell into a rocky first night out. Now its 0800a and I am borrowing some wifi from everyones favorite fast food clown. We can start boarding the boat boat soon, but I wanted to drop an quick line. Go on the record for saying you can sleep, undisturbed, in Miami fade airport. And that a short busride and (hopefully) a shorter walk is all that now separates us from stateroom 1140!!!!!

Why do you travel?

When I leave to go travel I always feel obligated to explain why I go. And every time I finish stumbling through it, I am reminded by how silly it sounds. "yes I am okay not having a job", "no, I dont have enough money for this", "my plan when I come back...? errr". But job security and financial wealth shouldn't be why you travel. Travel, by nature, takes you out of your comfort zone, and thats the joy. Being in a unforseen place, meeting new people, guessing at menu's, is what you should aim for when travel. I love that pins-and-needles feeling of what now. I imagine this is the feeling NFL players get before the season starts. A whole new season ahead of you, ideally full of promise, but undoubtedly full of mistakes. Now as I look to leave on a six month European journey, I have to explain the scents, and accents, and feeling of foreign bills in your hand. The joys of staying at cheap hostels and, washing laundry in sinks. Being excited about trying bread from different countries. So, what I want to know, is why you travel? What is it that keeps you going back?