Reflections From A Lost Traveler
I often ask myself why I love to travel so much. I have yet to come up with a definitive answer to that
question. But why do we like anything? What in our brain allows us to like and dislike…stuff? Totally random I realize. When it comes to snowboarding and wakeboarding, it’s obvious why I like it, it’s fun. So I like to travel because it’s fun? Is it really though? I mean think about all the stress that comes with traveling. Planning, rushing, waiting, packing and often times in the nature of my travels- even disappointment. So, why do I do it to myself? I guess the reason I am writing this post is because this summer has been the worst. I’ve had a handful of trips that I have planned and gotten excited for, and then to have it fall through- only offers disappointment and frustration. As of now, another trip is on the verge of great disappointment.
But then I look through my pictures, and I remember why I love to travel. Traveling for leisure is by far one of the most satisfying inner victories (other than winning the Olympics of course). Had I not gone through the stress and the agony of some of these trips, I would not have been able to see glaciers in Alaska, enjoyed baseball and football games with family, or relaxed by the beach and enjoyed the sunsets.
Traveling is truly a zen like expirience. Once you leave your stresses behind you and vow to not let a simple thing like missing flights get you down, is when you truly live, learn and love. I urge you, sit down and plan a vacation. Your mind, body and soul will thank you. If I didn’t travel, I would have gone crazy already.







September 8th, 2008 at 2:07 pm
i have stayed in some wild hostels. The one I can think of off the bat is an interesting one in chelsea, nyc. Cheaper way to go for sure, and allows more traveling fun in the mean time.