I walked the streets of Rome and Florence mostly alone, spent a bit of time with colleagues (eating is a communal experience), and did a couple of tours with groups of strangers. Oddly it was eating alone that was (relatively) most uncomfortable. Probably because I wanted to order a selection of foods and realized there… Continue reading Travelling on my own
I was lucky there was no physical injury, merely a loss of property. A bruise to my ego to be scammed; it is some consolation by the fact that I was being kind and helpful. It was the loss of personal items and conveniences that bothered me more than the loss of cash and credit… Continue reading Kindness of others
What does your travel mean? Not the meaning of travel, in general rather what each travel, each trip you take by yourself, or with your friends or family… what did each mean for you? I was reading a John Donohue poem and it occurred to me, that the trips I’ve taken, particularly in later years,… Continue reading What does your travel mean?
I love to travel. For a little while I get to leave my responsibilities behind, at least the mental and physical responsibilities of home-making, making a buck, teenager-care, etc. I seem to have more choice when I travel – when I wake or sleep, what I eat and drink, who I talk to, how I… Continue reading So I travel… to be home.
This feels different, and it feels right. “We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls.” – Anais Nin It wasn’t until I was in my 22nd year that I first travelled solo. Despite having lived away from home for many years by then, I was reserved, conservative and… Continue reading Going away to come home