I have a book started which is tentatively entitled Those Spaces Inbetween, which addresses the beating heart of your points in this article, Deb. The stories I’m gathering speak to those trips I’ve taken (and here I am only addressing the travel piece) which fell apart rather spectacularly, and therein I had a much richer experience, better stories and made more friends. One reason I so love adventure travel is that it constantly demands that I stay open, soft and curious. I have no idea what’s going to happen. When struggle for control, we lose life. We lose spontaneity. We lose possibilities because we are squeezing the potential out of the moment because of our fear. I’ve had guides leave without me, missed flights, had cars break down, gotten wickedly lost, gotten off in the wrong city…hey, there’s nothing like the road less traveled to make a seasoned traveler. And a seasoned traveler trusts instincts, their ability to deal with whatever shows up, and is always looking for what’s next as though about to be handed a gift. For even though it may not look like one (sorry folks, mechanical problems…) we may meet our future husband right there at the Frankfurt airport. Again, perfect analogy for life.