not all those who wander are lost. ~ tolkien
i recently purchased four luggage tags for len and i with this affirmation. i like to think our love of travel has nothing to do with being lost or seeking what we feel we have lost, or being in search of that which has been taken from us. quite the opposite.
instead, each time we pack our green jeep so its plastic windows bulge, stroll (yes, i still stroll because i still consider it to be a romantic escapade, much like those pan am days ) through hartsfield/jackson airport to fly far, far away, or aggressively twist the gas handle as i anxiously straddle a scooter, it's about discovery. finding out who we are in relation to this world. seeking an adventure that will tell us as much about who we are and where we come from as it delivers to us a new appreciation for the unfamiliar niche we now inhabit.
we are not lost, but if we do find ourselves without a map or sun to guide our way, we'll take a risk, strap on opal [our camera] and never look back. i wander because i don't want to do anything else. i wander because my inquisitiveness takes over and erases the fear of the unknown. i wander because i can't wait to share this moment in time with this man at my side. isn't that part of the glory of travel? to be able to tell someone about the scrumptious meal you just ate, or the incredible dive site you just explored, or the hidden walkway that took you along an unknown thoroughfare. these adventures are not meant to reside silently within, but they should be put to use as an inspiration and illumination for the next traveler.
whether you travel solo, with a friend or partner or in a massive group, remember these rules:
1. you can't get lost. you're exactly where you're supposed to be.
2. tell someone now or later, but always proclaim your journey.
3. wherever you go, soak up the culture - discover and identify.
4. travel is about self-discovery, too. you will be enlightened and changed.
we discover that people are the same everywhere we travel.
but we discover we are not. ~e. dawson richards
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