Once upon a time, there was a girl with a passport and a pocket full of dreams. There was nothing that captured my imagination more than the idea of filling my passport with stamps, evidence of adventure and wanderings.
So much so that a degree which began as Forestry eventually switched to Geography, matching my learning with the syllabus that offered the greatest potential for travel.
And travel I did. Stretching my perception of the world to allow my own perception of myself to be forever changed. It’s a view I wish for every young person. To see the world through shifting lenses. To always remember that your current lens is not the only lens, or one that is fixed. And above all, to remind you of the importance of home.
Then one day my travel stopped. Or rather shifted, to a smaller scope, shorter distances, less stamps. I accepted that my days of grand adventure through travel were behind me. Cherished memories; the good old days.
We traded plane tickets for a motor home and set out to explore our own backyard. The adventuring didn’t stop, it just evolved to a phase where stamps were no longer collected.
And yet here I am, once again holding a passport that is becoming decorated and dog-eared once more. My love of travel has come full circle, proof that not all memories are behind us.
And when things line up just right, we can capture some time together where Manolo and I can reminisce about our back packing days, while laying the foundation of wanderlust for our kids.
The kids’ most recent school holiday aligned well with a conference I was attending in London. The marvel that is the Chunnel meant a long weekend in Paris for the Garcias!
Manolo and the kids explored much more of France before I joined them, in true Garcia style.
Inside the spectacular Notre Dame.
There’s nothing I appreciate more than a soundtrack to my exploring. Music is everything.