One of my blog fans asked how I came to love travel. The question struck me funny only because it never dawned on me that “loving travel” wasn’t a natural occurring innate function of all human beings. Completely absorbed in myself, I guess.
I pondered this as I drifted off to sleep, finally sleeping after 48 hours of cat naps.
I think wanderlust started at 14. How appropriate that it’s Mothers Day in America and my wanderlust is 100% my mothers fault.
I remember my single Mom who worked all the time sent my older brother Terry with the High School ski club to Mount Zermatt, Switzerland. I remember the planning, the passport, the packing… she was as excited as he was. I was a little frightened…his first time flying and he’s going around the world? Yikes.
He had a blast. He brought me a key chain with two skis that had leather bindings. I still have it. The leather bindings have disintegrated over 50 years.
The next year, Mom said she saved enough if I wanted to go to Mount Blanc France with the ski club and ski Charmonix!
This! This is when I caught the travel bug.
Mom had never flown. She had lived in Worcester County her whole life. I remember her first plane trip was taking me to college in Wisconsin. She chain smoked a pack of Marlboros and we billowed our onto the tarmac in Chicago…hence my asthma.
So it’s all Moms fault. She wanted us to have a bigger version of the world than she had! She wanted us to expand our horizons. She made it happen.
So to the question, Sue… if you are reading… love of Travel for me started because Momma bird pushed me out of the nest, early.
What I know about travel now…is expanding one’s boundaries into other cultures, languages and religions makes us better stewards of the world. Our Empathy expands, our understanding builds, our respect is nurtured and our “oneness” with the human race becomes real.
Travel enlarges my spirit at the same time reminding me how tiny I am in the universe.
Now, one more cup of coffee before getting on that bike!
happy Mothers Day!