Why is travel such a deep calling for many people, myself included?
Why does our deepest self resonate with feelings that travel can trigger, including a sense of opening, expansion, learning, connecting meaningfully with others, and freedom?
Many years ago I posted a theory that travel is essential for learning, and particularly for children and teenagers. The theory posited that only travel could deliver certain experiences and learning opportunities, ones you could not get any other way. To my surprise, I got a lot of backlash, particularly from mothers. Clearly not everyone agrees with my theory.
Over the years since I mused about the potential role and power of travel in our lives, I have come to even more strongly believe it is an essential part of a life lived fully. Maybe it is just that my reality has formed from my belief – a self-fulfilling prophecy, so to speak. Or maybe my particular life path includes travel as a planned and useful part of my personal growth – part of my destiny. Regardless, travel is what I am called to do and travel is what I am doing…right now. I am writing this while occasionally glancing out the window at a volcano (actually 3 volcanoes, if you look closely), on the shore of Lake Atitlan in Guatemala:
But eye-candy aside, I am returning to the idea of travel as an essential part of life in order to gain some clarity on how it fits with living and learning my life. I am attempting to form some sort of recipe for my life, with travel as a central ingredient.
In comparison, there are many recipes for cooking food, and many different ingredients. But a few ingredients in cooking food tend to repeat across many or most recipes in a particular culture. But are those ingredients foundation ingredients or simply spices that enhance the experience of life? Hmmmm…interesting question. For the culture I am from (“Western”), my stage in life (“past middle age”), and my personal growth path (“a rushing river”), my recipe for life seems to include a large dollop of travel. But again, did I put that ingredient into my recipe, or it essential?
Case experience: My first 10 days on this trip
The first 10 days of this trip have given me every indication that travel is delivering exactly what I needed and wanted. In just 10 days:
– I have met a dozen interesting people who have expanded my views of the world: Young Israelis who struggle with politics, how they interact with other cultures, and how to love. A crazy-funny gay owner of a hostel who hits on all the male guests – myself included. A Canadian couple constructing a life of travel and remote work (“digital nomads”). A woman from Switzerland who is a distant relative of mine. A lovely young woman building a life for herself and her Guatemalan boyfriend between America and Guatemala. He is working on an organic farm on Long Island and Riley is spending a few months on an organic farm…in Guatemala.
– I have hiked past waterfalls, through vivid forest of flowers, and past banana leaves so vibrantly green that I thought I had never experienced such a color before. I passed Maya women carrying huge loads of concrete blocks on their backs. I greeted children with eyes and smiles so bright I wondered if I had arrived in paradise. I stepped off the path to allow old men to pass, receiving a heartfelt (and sometimes surprised), greeting and thanks.
– I have shopped in traditional markets, buying new and strange foods using my basic Spanish skills, and a smile, and some proverbial scratching of my head. “How am I going to get a dozen loose eggs all the way across the wavy lake on a rickety, crowded, bobbing boat, without breaking them?”
– I swam many times in a beautiful lake surrounded by volcanoes (see photo above). The first swim in the lake likened to “a baptism” by Riley.
Clearly, travel has been an ingredient of my last 10 days that has generated a veritable feast for my life.
The blessing… and the curse
It is so easy to make everything seem so wonderful in reflection. Most of my first 10 days have been wonderful, no doubt. But travel also brings a form of curse, one which must also be acknowledged and honored. Also in the last 10 days:
– I have had the “runs” on and off for 5 of those 10 days. Nothing serious, just adjustment to new food, water, sleep, and energy patterns.
– I woke up in the night with my heart pounding and my arms and legs numb and tingling. This lasted a few hours until it passed and hasn’t returned since. (No, I don’t do drugs).
– I struggled with communication, working to improve my Spanish and feeling humbled once again for those who are learning a second language (read: my students).
– I had to regularly and consciously stay “centred” in order to flow easily through chaos of ever-changing conditions of my life. From moment to moment my life has changed in the last 10 days, something that can be hard on a psyche.
– I have had to put up with noise around me. Being sensitive to noise when I am tired, listening to construction noise from the villa immediately next to ours has been a minor irritant.
– My plans changed. And then they changed again. And then I let go of those and just went with what came up in the moment. Travel forces you to be flexible, whether you are naturally so or not. Resisting change is a quick way to blacken your work. Acceptance of change leads to wonderful new experiences (usually).
Each one of these “curses” I feel safe in saying were not daunting to me. I overcame them pretty easily, flowing into my next moment with more grace than I have every mustered before in life.
Travel: An essential ingredient for life?
Given the aforementioned analogy of the recipe, the last 10 days of travel have delivered me a feast of experiences, learning, and feeling very much alive.
So is travel an essential ingredient in life, such as rice would be in Asia, flour (or sugar) would be in North America, or beans to a Guatemalan? Does travel create a life that is akin to a feast?
We like feasting on food. But we can’t feast on food every day. So, is travel an ingredient like in a food feast? Wonderful to enjoy on occasion, but not something that we would be able to stomach every day nor would be good for us? What balance of stability and travel would be a healthy mix?
Questions for further consideration…