Sitting in a Cusco bound bus up winding around a mountain overlooking Urubamba I took my last looks at the city. I began to feel sad. Really, really sad. I saw the different parts of the city and thought about my time spent with the group, my host family, and my Spanish and ISP teachers. I realized that that instance in the bus looking at the city doesn’t have to be the last time I will be here. I will not let it be the last time. I plan on traveling to many different places as often as I can but I now know that I need to keep in mind that I can and should revisit the places I love. The places where I feel at home. The places I love.