I am off to my next adventure: Myanmar!
But first, I leave you with the words of my favorite travel writer, Pico Iyer. In his essay, “Why We Travel,” he writes:
For if every true love affair can feel like a journey to a foreign country, where you can’t quite speak the language, and you don’t know where you’re going, and you’re pulled ever deeper into the inviting darkness, every trip to a foreign country can be a love affair, where you’re left puzzling over who you are and whom you’ve fallen in love with. All the great travel books are love stories, by some reckoning — from the Odyssey and the Aeneid to the Divine Comedy and the New Testament — and all good trips are, like love, about being carried out of yourself and deposited in the midst of terror and wonder.
…And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, undimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs, never really end.
This passage sums up what travel is for me.
I’ve read this particular essay of his over and over again, and it never fails to get me excited and ready to hit the road. Counting the hours until my flight—au revoir!