In a Chinese Taoist temple in Chengdu, this woman puttered and cleaned, organized and arranged, tsk-tsked and grunted, and straightened up these joss sticks. I don’t know if she was a nun or a very devout and faithful caretaker, but I found such peace in watching her take care of her domain. She shuffled about, never stopping, always with a distinct purpose for the full 30 minutes or so I was there. I sat and watched. Sat and watched. I love getting a glimpse into someone else’s life, their purpose, their joy. It’s very comforting. It’s one of the main reasons I love traveling…the people.
What do you love about traveling? Is it the people? The sights? The adventure?