Travelling becomes an excellent teacher if the traveller becomes an excellent student!

Travelling becomes an excellent teacher if the traveller becomes an excellent student!

Often I would hear other people ask, “When will I be normal again?”What you don’t often hear is a blunt truth: things will never be normal again. Not the “old' normal at least. You have to invent the new normal.I knew that I needed to take an honest appraisal of my life. Were my problems really bigger than me? Of course not. That’s why I remained in constant motion. Resistance to life’s changes meant death. No matter how depressing and bleak my past looked, I knew that I needed to keep moving and adapting in order to survive.

Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I will follow it.

The innocent-sounding words “Yes, it’s close enough to walk” can easily lure the unsuspecting tourist into an exhausting day-long climb, requiring supplemental oxygen, crampons, and a pickax.

We did all the tourist crap, but I just wanted to sit in a cafe and watch people.

I'm sorry! I really am! I wanted to get out of this place! I want to live! I want to get away from here and never see it again! I hate everything about it!'You will hate the next place, too,' I said. 'What you are you will carry with you.

A bred-in-the-bone Boston lady when asked why she never travelled said 'Why should I? I'm already there.'.

For my part I travel not to go anywhere but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.