Plowing through the last few days trying to get ready for a two-week adventure in northern Italy and Côte d’Azur (I cannot continue without expressing how full my heart is with gratitude for the gift of travel…and for cheap airfare…and for Airbnb!), I thought I’d share with you how amply travel has influenced—no—improved my life. For many, the image alone of getting on a stuffy airplane, squeezing into a stiff, narrow seat, and being stuck in a metal tube for eight or more hours generates pure horror. For me, that image generates excitement and eases tensions immediately.
There is something about traveling that helps, no, inspires, NO, is critical for my ability to thrive. It could be that daydreaming thing I’ve always done. A need to escape. It could also simply be that I was born curious. A natural explorer. And there’s nothing I desire more than to see the world. Wanderlust.
I know I’ve mentioned this before, but—when traveling—I find it easy to remain present and let go of all worries. I don’t think about about how the croissant I’m about to devour is going to give me diarrhea, or how a third espresso might keep me awake all night, or how a second glass of wine will undeniably cause me brain fog, or how that delicious creamy brie might actually give me excruciating cramps for the next two and a half days. I don’t even think about the possibility of the plane going down. I actually honor that time in the air by using it to read, write, and watch Sex and the City and Girls (hey, we all have our guilty pleasures). I have not a care. And, ironically, I generally have no symptoms, either.
Isn’t there something to that? My doctors—and researchers—say it’s because of the higher food standards in other countries (ex. potassium bromate, a “dough conditioner” and proven carcinogen, is banned in the EU and other countries, but not banned in the US. How sad, America.¹). But could it also simply be that when I’m traveling, I’m not desperately stressing over how to avoid stress?
Not only is travel a means of decompressing, but it allows us to immerse ourselves in another culture, exposes us to how others live, and actually teaches us why cities such as New York—although truly awesome—are not the center of the universe. My travels have broadened my perspective and have supported my journey in so many ways. They’ve helped me to experience life on a transcendent level. And, even with all of the fucked up shit going on all over the world, I still see travel as one of the very best ways to do that.
As I embark on this next excursion of transcendence, I’d love to hear from you. Please write and tell me how your travels have moved you (no pun intended).
Until next time…
Namaste present, no matter where curiosity may take you.
¹Click here to see more scary things banned in other countries, but not in the US.