Now that travel has been suspended for the time being, it gives me time to reflect on all of the trips that I've taken, or perhaps, all the trips that have taken me.
It began when I was just a girl, taking the train or bus to see my family in another state. I was mesmerized by the simplest things along the way. It was all so new and interesting and more than a little terrifying. I suppose those were the feelings that sparked my intense love of travel.
Growing up, my brother and I would explore abandoned buildings and old rail yards. Playing make believe games and pretending we were living some extraordinary lives. I particularly loved the trains and imagined the wonderful places they would go.
Later, I spent time visiting beautiful locations near my home. My world was beginning to expand. I realized that even a short distance could make me feel as though I was very far away.
My first time out of the country was during a family trip to California. We drove across the border into Mexico. It was the most incredible experience of my life. I was captivated by every sight, smell and sound. I knew then that I wanted to see more.
Now, 50 years later I think of all of the countries, cities, towns and villages that I have had the great fortune to see. All of the wonderful adventures I’ve had and how each and every one has touched my heart and changed the way I look at the world.
So for me, this isn’t a time of no travel but a fantastic opportunity to relive this amazing journey.