The definition of a traveler to me… A traveler is not someone who wanders the world from place to place for time on end but one who leaves their surroundings with the intent of returning. A traveler has a secret they hold in their heart. It’s an anchor to drop each time they fly into the heavens to ports unknown. Its easy for the soul to soar when they have something to hold on to. That’s where I find myself today. Home in my heart. The past season of travel, virus, need for rest has landed me in the one place that soothes and grounds my soul. The tether that holds me so I can fly, fly, fly. Home.
If you listen closely you will hear most travelers say this, ” I travel so I can appreciate my home”. When I see the world, I see myself more clearly. I see my choices and the things I take for granted are really gifts. I see what a good life we live and I appreciate it more. I appreciate my friends, because I miss them. I also collect new and wonderful friends who fill my life and share my travel lust. It’s a magical thing to travel and to meet your own kind in every corner of the world. People ask me my favorite place to travel and I think I finally have my answer because I go there on every trip... Home.
That being said CUBA was interesting. More to come I’m still obviously in the resting up phase. What a journey.
