Carlos closed the drawer, carefully placing the notebook back inside.
He shouldered his backpack and hit the road, all for a wish left behind by someone he'd never even met in person.
Alone, he walked through the changing seasons, crossed mountains and rivers, passed through emptiness and silence, and witnessed patience and solitude along the way.
He snapped countless stunning photos throughout his journey, crafted them into pretty albums, and mailed them off to orphanages around the world. The delicious meals he tasted became blog posts on f*******:, shared with anyone who cared to follow along.
At every stop, when he met someone who needed help, he did what he could. Over five years, his footsteps stretched across half of Asia, and every place he touched bore the name of Br
