humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Moments
When I left school, I chose to take an apprenticeship rather than attend college, due to the fact that living in the middle of nowhere made getting to a college both difficult and expensive. I won't bore you with the details of the experience, but I learned a great deal about taking care of animals, and it was the first time I had lived away from home, which wasn't surprising since I had only just turned sixteen.
By Typethreewriter5 years ago in Wander
Old City Blues
Sometimes you never know how much you’ll miss a city until your gone. That is what I told myself years after I moved a second time away from my birth city. When I was only a young one, my family uprooted from Ohio to Mississippi, where I spent my middle school years. At that time, the only thing I missed about the city was an old friend who I went to private school with. We were two peas in a pod, but after the move, life happened, and the letters stopped coming and being sent. I've still yet to connect with such an old friend, but maybe in another life, we will be bike riders together. Ah, I digress.
By The Adult Storyteller5 years ago in Wander
Why To Travel Right Now?
I know we are in the middle of a pandemic and that the world is in turmoil, but it is a new year. I hope the there is light at the end of the tunnel and that we can all get some normalcy with 2021. With that the one thing that we truly have been missing is travel. I understand flights and events are getting cancelled and our reason for travel seems to not exist anymore.
By Stacie Simpson5 years ago in Wander
Lights in Seattle
I rolled out of bed in my Seattle hotel room around six that Tuesday morning in May. I got dressed and walked out the hotel doors. Took a left through the courtyard, then a right onto the street. I looked ahead of me to see the red lights from the Pike Place Market sign cutting a break in the grey clouds of the day.
By Jaci Schreckengost5 years ago in Wander
Stranger in a Strange Land
Strangers in Strange Lands My husband works at a five-star hotel and the stories he comes home with are enough fodder for at least several novels and a salacious television series. “Last night a couple from Minnesota pulled the dresser from the wall and checked for dust,” he tells me, “and then complained ad nauseam when they found a hair.” As if the housekeeping staff is made up of Russian shot putters on steroids whose job it is to rearrange the furniture. It’s not enough that these poor women (it’s mostly women) have only half an hour per room to wipe away all the comings and goings of the former occupant. No, they must feed the delusion of the new tenant in such a way that they believe they are the only person who has ever inhabited the room. A hotel suite is not a private residence and a pillow out of place is not proof that there’s been a home invasion.
By Lezlie Wade5 years ago in Wander
Her Flight
Who would have thought it would be a life-changing event. One that would have her rethink and take a deeper look at herself. She thought it would be a simple solo adventure and anticipated no real excitement to come out of it, boy was she wrong. It started when she arrived at the airport, after checking her baggage, she slipped into a cozy airport chair awaiting her flight to begin boarding. Her first time in 1st class should be thrilling she thought. She remembered how in movies 1st class meant royalty and prestige. She thought it would be an excellent birthday present to herself to be among those who drink champagne and eat caviar.
By Stephanie Battle5 years ago in Wander
Freckles Abroad
It has been a weirdly eventful year, considering all the quarantines. For me, the most exciting half has been this last one. True, I haven't left my “flat” much in the past few months, but I've made a slew of new friends and I've already seen more of London than I knew existed.
By Gabrielle R. Lamontagne5 years ago in Wander
Through the eyes of a Ukrainian Child
My oldest sister Diana once told me when we were growing up in Ukraine that when foreigners get off the plane, a man in green holds up a basket of money and you can grab a stack but don't get greedy. Mannnn I couldn't wait to come to America and get my tiny chipmunk hands on a fat stack of gorgeous American Rubles. I thought that was the name of American currency at the time . Fck off I was a child.
By Misha Trubs5 years ago in Wander
