Time gets away from us. Absorbed as I have been the last few years – in beautiful things like honing my craft and writing my book and falling in love – travel has taken a back seat. My focus and world contracted by design.
Two days ago a very good girlfriend and I took off on a tropical adventure. Time here is slow. The vistas are new and staggeringly beautiful. I am immersed in another culture, a world away from my own. The distance adds perspective and meaning to all that I will return to and wrap myself up in again.
Until then I am reminding myself how very much I love to travel. How opening myself up to foreign places and people and culture and food and a different starry sky adds so much to the sum total of me.
Travel takes you and shakes you up so that you settle back into a more expansive version of yourself. It tests you with smiling eyes. It forces you to live in the moment and roll with wherever it takes you. And I had forgotten just how much I love to be hooked on this feeling, eyes wide and senses soaked in the delights of a foreign land.
The fire is lit once more.
“The wish to travel seems to me characteristically human: the desire to move, to satisfy your curiosity or ease your fears, to change the circumstances of your life, to be a stranger, to make a friend, to experience an exotic landscape, to risk the unknown…”
~ Paul Theroux
The Tao of Travel: Enlightenments from Lives on the Road
Words © Kerrie Basha, 2017