It is better to travel well than to arrive….
Passport, credit card, cell phone – the magic trinity of travel. Much is possible with nothing more than these three items…well, perhaps a large dollop of courage, flexibility, adventure, along with a limitless supply of wonderment and curiosity are also needed.
On my journey I’ve found the balance between these elements wax and wane like the tides of our precious blue planet. Some days I am the flotsam and jetsam washed up on the beach, bedraggled, tattered and untethered. Other days I am the beachcomber, sifting and sorting the ocean’s offerings for something I’d lost or for something I’ll find and cherish forever.
On the road I’m acutely aware that crossing borders is not available to all 21st century sapiens who wish to roam this planet. We carry the place of our birth and the stories of our ancestors like overweight luggage, which, along with the crest on our passport, has the power to deliver or deny.
These stories are about life on the road. About how being a traveler has challenged, changed, comforted and confounded the life of this sojourner.