The other day a friend emailed and asked, “Where in the world are you now, on which continent?”
I smiled to myself and emailed her back to say I was in fact in North America, but had just gotten back from Nicaragua where I was one of the 102 invited poets for the Granada International Poetry Festival.
She just happened to email when I am not where she thinks I should be in California. The last time she emailed me, last summer, I was in Barcelona then Paris. How do you manage it she wonders?
When I tell friends that I have no money, they say, they don’t want to hear it as I always, some how manage to go somewhere frequently. Whereas some women invest in shoes or purses or expensive clothes, I invest in travel. I work to save to travel, and fortunately or otherwise my two daughters share my penchant. Currently they are in Prague, then Budapest for Spring break.
If I am not going somewhere once a month I feel as if an eternity has passed me by in the same place. I begin to feel anxious, stagnant. I love to travel and I travel well and meet and connected with a wide variety of people very easily. I am comfortable in my own skin; therefore others are friendly and comfortable with me.
I met a man the other day that wanted to date me. He did not have a passport. I told him I didn’t date men who didn’t have a passport with at least four different places stamped in it. He asked me where I have been, and when I was done, he said, “Maybe I should have asked where you haven’t been.” Then the clincher occurred when he added, “Well there is no place left for you to go.” I immediately deleted his number from my phone and didn’t bother to add him to my email list.
I know to some that might seem drastic, but traveling is my passion and I am seeking a partner who wants to travel with me. My goal is to visit every country in Africa. That means I have a lot more traveling to do as I have only visited 8 of 53 Also, I plan to do the same for South America, which has 12, Latin America has 20 and all of the Caribbean Islands, 27, depending on who is counting.
I do not care where in the world I wake up, and sometimes I do come awake and have to remind myself that I am not home, although now home is a floating space where I sleep.
Traveling forces me to grow and adjust in ways I don’t have to when I am home. Traveling causes me to see myself and others in different ways, to navigate language and other cultural differences, to adapt and discover all over again, every time, both my adaptability and flexibility.
Traveling is an adventure into the unknown and so far I have liked what I discover about self and other on every escapade.
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