The walk seemed to last forever, and then it was all of sudden over. The end is so far away at the beginning of your journey, but when the end comes, you are wondering where the time went. It's hard at times, walking with this stranger. But along the way I grew closer and closer to him as we identified our goals and boundaries together. We spent a lot of time sitting around on our walk; it was tiring. Many times we wanted to give and turn around to go home, but there was something burning inside of us that wouldn't let us quit. A subtle desire that took form and grew throughout our walk that propelled us through to the finish line.
It was weird, we were the Stranger everywhere we went, sometimes we didn't even speak the native's language, but they were so nice and accepting to our occasionally unorthodox ways. We discovered that the true meaning of culture lies deep below the superficial surface, which was so often assigned to our faces. We dove into their culture and open ours up inside. It was amazing. What I wouldn't give to go on this walk again.
The best part of this walk is that I feel like I now know who the stranger was that I was walking with. Stripped of every describable element necessary for survival, the stranger emerged. And now he stands tall, waiting for the next walk.