The other day on an 8 hour bus ride filled with people and cramped seats I began writing my bucket list out of boredom. I have been putting many attainable things on it like run a marathon, become fluent in a different language, and be influential in policy making. As I was writing I realized that everything is attainable…you just need a butt load of money or to be intentional and adventurous to cross things off.
Being on the race has really blown my mind. I have been experiencing things that I would never have thought to put on my bucket list. It is like I am writing these experiences on my bucket list just so I can cross them off. Things happen and I take my empty list and say I can check that off my bucket list (check!).
I rode an elephant in Thailand,
put my feet in the Pacific Ocean, Indian Ocean, the river flowing from Mount Kilimanjaro, and the South China Sea,
I went in a waterfall in Thailand, I camped on beaches in Nicaragua and Tanzania,
I toured the Mekong Delta, I had a near death experience, I camped on a roof under the stars at a beach in Guatemala,
I sat around a bonfire on a Tanzanian beach with a bunch of Rastafarians playing the drums,
I was treated like a celebrity (because I am white, not famous), 
I rafted the Nile
I played in a band,
Easter with awesome Indian teens, and my birthday in Cambodia,
lived with no electricity or running water, made friends with a Maasai man, I ran on dirt paths with cows and goats,
was offered cows and goats for my hand in marriage, and so many more
