Sometimes it seems that every prayer may only be answered with questions leading us to more prayers still. In each of the lives we lead, guides manifest themselves, whether they be the star of our birth, a lifelong friendship or even the stinging truths that those we hate, force us to realize. We all are guided in one form or another and it is those guides whom we owe a great deal of our reality too.For myself, there has always been a feeling within me, surrounding me at times, that has seemed to decide for itself which actions I should take. Call it instinct perhaps, only more involved. I use it, and it uses me, or so it seems. Whether we are all completely free to do as we wish, or we only believe that we are, I cannot say, however, science has proven that our unconscious minds know what we will do moments before our conscious minds do, I suppose much of what we decide is not really up to us. This however does not really surprise me, there is still so much we have to learn about ourselves, and traveling is definitely a very effective way to do so. This along with a great may other benefits are why I choose to travel as often as I can.And here we are, saying goodbye to our families on the street, although it is a rather prolonged goodbye because the car we have chosen to use has a broken trunk latch. It's amazing how such little things can change so much the memories of our experiences. I stood there watching my friend slam the thing down several dozen times, expecting the result to be different. He often jokes that percussion maintenance (the Banging of things together until they work) is one of the more effective skills in his employ, and although I too have found it to be useful, He seems to resort to it much more frequently then he should.Once we got our heads together and bungee corded the trunk shut, our adventure continued, albeit an hour off schedule. Once on the road the only thing left to do was listen to rap music and wait to arrive at our next destination.We approached the house from the dirt road that we missed on our first attempt to find, and even from the dark I could see hoe beautiful the house was. It was almost completely white, and built with solid steel frames encased in wood. It was a large property, with the nearest neighbors hardly within range of even the loudest of shouts.Our first order of business was to move our sheets and bedding into the attic of the adjacent building to the main house, a simple enough task with 4 young men, but it isn't always the ability to complete a task that gets in the way, more often than not, it is peoples priorities that determine what will happen, and when. We made ourselves comfortable and talked excitedly about what we would soon experience, as always, we had no freaking clue...