“All night, after the exhausting games of canasta,
we would look over the immense sea, full of
white-flecked and green reflections, the two of us
leaning side by side on the railing, each of us far
away, flying in his own aircraft to the stratospheric
regions of his own dreams. There we understood that
our vocation, our true vocation, was to move for eternity
along the roads and seas of the world. Always curious,
looking into everything that came before our eyes,
sniffing out each corner but only ever faintly--not setting
down roots in any land or staying long enough to see the
substratum of things the outer limits would suffice.”
from
The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey
Ernesto Guevara
