In any culture I think there are many, many misconceptions and having one idea of a people is a huge mistake to make.
My love of travel stems from unwavering curiosity about the Wonders of The World, the ancient, modern, and man-made. I know people well, in various ways. I can tell an Eriteran from an Ethiopian. A Pakistani accent from an Indian.
One can flow with the trip, getting from point A to point B without stress or loss. Those are the one’s we feel to be the right path, taking us further along to our true destinies where life is more fulfilling and hopefully happier.
Then there are those paths that initially have bumps on the road, those teach us how capable we are at problem solving and still arriving at that sacred new place that will fulfill life’s possibilities.
Then there are journey’s that have forks in the road offering us choices and chal- lenges to test our mettle and decision making abilities. Challenges that keep us en- gaged and raise the stakes of where we may end up.
And of course there are those journeys with one detour after another in the road. These too test our determination to reach our goal and here in lies the conundrum.
Sometimes the vehicle leaves the road in emergency, up ending any chance to arriving at the destination on time, in one piece or at all. Then you have to take a break to refuel, restart or rest.
Some accidents on the road are not fatal, but often those that are often occur because earlier on the journey some old habits continued to enter the route and mistakes were continually made in the navigation. Understandably, this can happen and be corrected as long as the accident is not fatal. But when disappointment and discussions and excuses are heaped upon the fragile journey, hearts are broken and made to stop beating.
There is still an expectation of arrival at some destination whether predetermined or destined. The key words give that away. We are supposed to come to a conclusion of the journey… a place of rest after a trial that can be arduous or merely fatigu- ing…or a place you give up and go back home…or the place of fulfillment. One or the other will show you whether the journey is really worth it.
Forks in the road – Roadblocks – Bridges -Weather – storms – Distractions – Good Luck
Traveling takes me out of myself. Stressors, disappointments, overwork left behind from the time I head out of town. The new excites as it’s been impacted by the past. My sense of wonder and wander are spiced with ancient places and mysteries.
I love imported goods. One-of-a kind, hand- made, vintage, unique textiles. Clothes and shoes appropriate to a wide range of terrain. Textiles, fabrics and architecture intrigue me like so many new boxes under a holiday tree. I became an artist and writer documenting what I was seeing where; new names, places and ideas. I love the sound of a foreign tongue saying my name and the associating music.
In my career as an educator I took advantage of inexpensive travel to further my education and found my way to Spain and Morocco. The coast of Spain was a little too beach-y and I boarded a boat to Gibraltar and Tangier. I had to some extent embraced Islam through working and photographing Muhammed Ali and thought this was an opportunity to further my interest in the culture.
I’ve found myself in places where I thought “Here…I think I’ve met up with a past life.” I have been happiest traveling and sharing my experiences for years, now I can with a great store and the travel tours I arrange as part of my way of getting people from all over the world together to understand each other and enjoy the differences.
But it isn’t just Morocco that draws me in. I’m passionate about our mutual histories and love the oldest and most remote places on the planet. The Fertile Crescent, The Silk Road and the Seven Wonders of the World attract me like a magnet.
I sometimes regret that I’m not more rooted… but I’m not. I’m just not. I need to fly-see new things-meet new people-hear new ideas-try on new thoughts and ways of thinking. Cultural difference fills me.
I’m a good judge because I’ve had life experiences that “tell” me some things at the first impression. I know I’m quicker than most in this area. Like a cigarette boat I can turn on a dime…compared to the QE II that lumbers graciously and gracefully along. Both will get you there-but when: And for me ‘when’ is now. If the universe offers me something I know my time is at hand.
In the midst of the crowds there is solitude. I’m a little of the willow of the wisp, every couple years I change, that’s my rhythm since I was a little girl.
Change appeals to me because I can hear my own thoughts when I’m less consumed by others presence. Hear my own head, I like my me time. I like being connected but I need my own time, I want it, I crave it. That too has to go along its path and grow. Stagnation. Stagnated waters aren’t wholesome, good, worthwhile or healthy. Clean air, open skies and something new, the thought of leaving something behind doesn’t really worry me. More often than not I try to put things in place, take care of everything before I leave so that they are in place when I get back. And other things are just collateral damage.
Sometimes I find myself so distracted and attentive to externals that I get confused, lose my way and focus.
When I travel I see a clear. clean road ahead, my problems are no longer drumming in my dreams and waking me up in the middle of the night. Not that there aren’t issues ahead, I just have to wait to meet them if they come.
So I’m off again. The house is cleaned. New sheets on the bed for my return. The cats will be fed by a friend. Workers in place at my store. State Department has been notified that I’m traveling and where. Insurance bought. Household bills paid. Passport in hand.