We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.
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.
We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves.
Travel is not really about leaving our homes, but leaving our habits.
We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate.
Travel spins us round in two ways at once: It shows us the sights and values and issues that we might ordinarily ignore; but it also, and more deeply, shows us all the parts of ourselves that might otherwise grow rusty.
We travel, in essence, to become young fools again - to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.
Everyone is a Wordsworth in certain moods, and every traveler seeks out places that every traveler has missed.
