Recently someone ask me “Why do you travel so much? Don’t you miss being home? Don’t you sacrifice a lot of creature comforts on the road?”
So it got me thinking about my itch to pack a bag and jump on a plane to Europe. I mean he has a point in a way. Why not just relax and stay where things are easier? You speak the language (heck you even know how to be charming in English), you know the score, you can have Mexican food every day, and you have your friends and family around you.
We certainly travel to the extreme, taking half of every year to satisfy our wanderlust (and manage to do some work) then we enjoy the other six months seeing our family and doing the groundwork for our business here in the states.
So here’s what I’ve come up with. When I travel … I pay attention. I don’t run on autopilot. I don’t whiz by a sunset without even noticing it. I mean if you’re someplace new and you don’t stay in the moment and really take it in you may not get another chance to have that experience.
It’s something I find harder to do in my hometown. I’ve seen those same places so many times. I shop for the same food. I never look at the waitress’ face. I understand what the political climate is. I even know what and where everything is in my local grocery store.
But when I travel just going to the local grocery or food market is an adventure. I can’t always read the labels. I have to ask questions in another language. I don’t always know exactly where I am or what weather to expect. I look at people’s faces more. I notice their body language and what they are wearing. I wonder about their lives. I want to know what they cook in their kitchens. I wonder where they fit in society and if they’re happy.
That of course leads to looking at myself. How do I look and sound to them? When we were in Barcelona last summer made a couple of friends and they introduced us to their friends. At every social event we went to they wanted to know who we were, why were we in Barcelona, what we ate, what we thought about politics, what we thought about their corner of the world. The other thing is that you don’t feel so identified with the labels in your life. I’m not just a mother, entrepreneur, college dropout, or wife of twenty six years. I am just me … whoever I am in that moment.
Travel challenges me. It makes me more alert. It makes me more introspective. It changes the way I see the world. It makes me more tolerant, more curious and makes me more of the person I want to be. And finally travel makes me appreciate home. When I get home after so many months I look at people’s faces more. I marvel at the abundance of choices we have. I feel more grateful for my family and friends. I feel more alive. I even occasionally notice a sunset.
