After my shower, I looked in the mirror at my back, and was shocked at the giant red welts. I had just arrived from Ethiopia, and had been attacked by tse-tse flies yesterday. Under normal circumstances, I would be alarmed enough at what I was looking at, but I was even more freaked by the realization that I was about to set off on the Kili climb with some kind of allergic reaction.
There is a lot more to my dad outside of his travel biography, but I really don’t know that much about it. And, if you asked him about me, I am not sure he would be able to tell you very much.
One of my most favorite parts of my role at SunFunYou is that I do my best to ensure the adventures are right for each person – whatever that means.
I’ve never been to Yemen…and it has been devastating to watch the country fall apart, and its people become exposed to war and starvation. I have never been to Yemen, but from the comfort and safety of my home my spirit sinks with disappointment as I follow its developments.
And, because my mom traveled so often, she would feed our shared addiction with a continuous supply of books she had purchased at the airport and read on her latest flights. My bookshelves are full of these books from her, books she would hand to me after she finished them. We would talk about them with warmth, and without any fear of tripping each other’s sensitive emotional landmines.
I love tasting, feeling, experiencing, learning about the places I go, learning the local history and culture. And food!
Guest post by Rebekah Marcano (https://definewellbeing.com)
There is something about getting on an airplane and having a forced technology break that makes me go super inward-my childhood prayers and daydreams come to mind as the plane takes off and I text my I love you’s to my family and head into the clouds with a sense of gratitude for life and curiosity for the unknown adventure!
One of the wonderful results of traveling to places is the sense of affinity I now have with that city/state/country. After I’ve been there, whenever I see it in a newspaper or magazine, or hear it discussed in the news, I listen with more rapt attention than I would have before. And, when I am reading a novel, or watching a TV show or movie that is set in that locale, I am that much more tuned in and engaged.
My inexplicable aversion to instruction manuals aside, I take great pleasure in reading. So, as you’d expect, I like to read when traveling. I read in airports, on airplanes, in hotels. Up until recently, this presented a big challenge: how could I pack enough material to keep myself entertained for a long trip?
I love travel that challenges me physically. I am in no way a fitness fanatic, but there’s something exhilarating about proving to yourself that you can accomplish with your body what your mind set out to. Surf camp, yoga retreats, trekking excursions, I’ve done them all. I’m also a control freak and could never understand why so many of the adventures I signed up for were one-size-fits-all. Not everyone is one size!
For anyone who has ever used a navigation system, and driven (or walked) beyond where the map has coverage, you were probably prompted with a message warning you that, “You are not on a digitized road,” meaning that the detailed directions will cease, and you are on your own until you return back to civilization.
I don’t remember not traveling. I started earning frequent flier miles when I was 8 years old. I vividly remember the year my sister and I got matching Snoopy suitcases for Christmas. Nothing else we got that year even came close to being as cool as those suitcases!
After my parents divorced, and my mom moved my sister and I across the country, my sister and I flew alone cross-country several times a year to visit our dad. And, my sister and I went on great holidays with our dad to Mexico and Jamaica, and with our mom to England, Florida, New York, D.C. and Australia.
But, even more common than flying were the road trips. With our dad, we took trips to Wisconsin (the Dells), Indiana (the Dunes) and Michigan (some kind of Lithuanian summer community). With our mom it was all about the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, and Yosemite.
I learned about history, culture, politics, and life. Not through the filter of television, but by actually traveling and seeing it.
I started this blog in 2012 to explain what travel is teaching me now, or key lessons I learned in the past. My hope is that you enjoy reading it a fraction as much as I enjoy learning it!