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At a World Food Program feeding site in Benin |
Why I Travel #1: To Think, Process and Feel
The other thing about
traveling alone is that I have a lot of time to think, process, write...
In real life, I fill my time and my head so much that sometimes I don't
let myself sit back and reflect and feel. Reflecting is not always fun
but it is necessary. Every so often I need a check in.
When I
travel my feelings are much more present. Sometimes I get really lonely,
but then out of the darkness, I sit next to someone and have the most
inspiring conversation and suddenly feel deeply connected. Or I feel
frustrated and lost, but just as I am about to crumble, I turn a corner
and discover something magical and new. It teaches me about
possibilities and reminds me how easy it is to survive the extremes.
Why I Travel #2: It Opens Me Up
In my
daily life in New York, I don't have that many chances to talk to random
strangers. We all know that it's a bit frowned upon to sit down next
to someone on the subway and strike up a conversation. It doesn't mean
it never happens, it's just not encouraged and my behavior has adapted
to it.
The opposite is true with the kind of travel I do. When traveling I
strike up conversations with everyone. I have lots of short genuine
interactions. I feel open and constantly connected. I love it. As an
extrovert, I get my energy from others and fresh random
conversations are like crack for me.
The funny part is when I get
home and I find myself chatting in the subway with mixed results. I
try to find tourists to target, so that they think all New Yorkers are
that open and friendly.
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Meeting Iraqis in Iran. Stereotypes be gone! |
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Why I Travel #3: To Meet People From All Over The World
I
know that it might sound funny that living in New York doesn't put me
in contact with people from all over the world, but it really doesn't. I
love travel because I not only get to meet people and learn about the
culture of the country I am visiting, but I also get to meet people from
many other countries.
Over the years I have learned that Aussies
speak practically a totally different English. That I feel deeply
connected to Brits. That the French have a very inquisitive eye. I have heard about places I have never knew existed
before. And I have made real friendships out of it. I have visited
friends I met traveling in London (2), China, Tunisia, Indonesia, and
Greece. Plus I have hosted people from Switzerland and Austria in NY. This past year,
I loved getting birthday greetings from across the world and
particularly from Australia so many hours before my birthday was even
happening in my time zone.
And most importantly I have been able
to share my reflections and examine my American bias. It helps
me understand the world better and understand what I am seeing better.
Don't
worry though, my volunteer activity with Big Apple Greeters taking
tourists out on personalized tours of New York gives me a chance to meet
at least a few folks in my home town too.
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North Korea really blew my mind |
Why I Travel #4: To See/Learn/Experience and Understand Other Worlds
The
most obvious reason I travel is that I am an experiential learner. I
can read tons of books and watch lots of movies and tv, but I can't really
understand a place till I've been there. Suddenly when I set foot in a
country everything I have read comes to life and I have a bottomless
desire to read more and understand a country better. History in books
tends to go in and out of my brain too easily, but somehow if I am
walking on the same ground as historical figures, I can absorb all the
information.
As a current events junkie, I love news, but often
I feel the US news doesn't give enough context or cover the full story,
so instead I fly off to Afghanistan to hear about life after the
Taliban. Or to Israel/Palestine to see the wall and feel the distinct
separate feeling on each side of it. Or to Iran, where I met Iranians
and saw just how different they were from the way they are covered in
our press.
It all started when I was in high school learning
about the The Soviet Union and the Cold War and just having a hard time
buying what I was hearing. My dad was Russian and had a PhD in Russian
Studies so I asked him if I could go visit and meet real Russians. He
said yes and boy did I learn a lot. Yes communism was different and
parts of the Soviet system were shocking to my American Capitalist self,
but I also got to meet many young Russians who seemed to have dreams
just like me. I got to basically see that the world is very complex and
nuanced. I haven't stopped traveling since.