conversed with Alexander the Great. He had been in Siwa in 331 B.C. but served as my men- tor throughout the remainder of the years-long stroll along the Mediterranean. “If you don’t want to have sex, that’s okay...,” my burly bodyguard said. I suddenly understood how all the girls I dated in high school must’ve felt.” Other encounters—and lessons—were decid- edly more earthbound. One evening, my burly, bisexual bodyguard at the Syrian border put his hand on my knee and said, with ardent hope, “If you don’t want to have sex, that’s okay; I just want to be close to you.” Suddenly, I belatedly
understood how all those girls I dated in high school (and a few after that) must’ve felt. Dozens of people of assorted origin joined me at various points throughout my MedTrek. Trust me, there’s no better way to know some- one than to walk side by side across astonish- ing terrain for 20, 40 or 80 miles—and, walking in solitude, no better way to know yourself. Am I wiser than I was? …can’t say. I’m cer- tainly more calm and content. I now look ea- gerly forward to gaining additional self-knowl- edge during the rest of my life. The goal is the path; “the path is the goal,” according to the Buddhist teaching, which I recited throughout my MedTrek. What’s next? Why not the Pacific?
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