One prevailing thought on my mind lately has been that I have lived a full life. Just a couple of months past 26, I can already imagine one day when I’m very old, the neighborhood kids sitting on my porch drinking koo-laid or whatever space age drink is popular at the time, anxious to hear more tales from Ol’ Man Martinez’s wild and adventurous youth. From my upbringing in a small (and very close to my heart) town in the Central Valley, to my time as a strapping young Soldier shipped off to war at 19 (and again at 22) to serve proudly as a US Army medic. Living as a poor kid living in San Diego and all the amazing people I am still friends with will be stories to share large laughs over. I can see their small faces as some are captivated, and others eye me with a questionable look wondering if I’m telling the truth or if I’m just a few years past my expiration date. The point being, as I ramble on about my full life, is that while this trip has been amazing to say the least, it has not been something life changing. The international travel part has been fun, seeing new places and meeting new people has been something to always remember. But as incredible as it has been, it has really been only another chapter in this long line of stories waiting to be told. That was of course, until I reached Thailand.