humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Subsidiarity and Small Towns
When I visited Ireland in my freshman year of college with my rugby team, we went to a town on the west coast called Doolin. It was enchanting. The small cottages, shops, and taverns hugged the cobblestone streets that shimmered from a recent rain. We went into one of the taverns and heard a man singing Irish ballads l never heard before but never forgot about afterward. It was as if the town had always been there. In my ignorance, I had just stumbled upon it while never knowing any place like it ever existed. It told a story older than my home country. There was no need for anyone to tell that story. It was just there and it told itself.
By David Kilby3 years ago in Wander
Are we still allowed to enjoy the moment?
This weekend I took the time to fully immerse myself into what makes me dream with my eyes fully open. The sea has been a trustful companion in my life’s journey, it’s my confidant, my shelter, like I love to call it, a companion in my madness.
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Wander
Why move from Philadelphia to Vilcabamba (a tiny village) in Ecuador?
I’ve opted out of the rat race and I don’t regret it! At — all. Seriously! After 5 years of living in New York City, and a year of living in the city of Philadelphia, I knew I was done with living in big cities.
By thewellnessxplora3 years ago in Wander
A Fall Vignette in East Clear Creek
Across the water from the squeaking red boats, there is a bank of reeds rustling in the wind. It doesn't take much to move them—just a little breath, a small breeze. They show no discernible difference from the colors of summer, and their green bodies dance in a uniform swaying motion. Above them, the striated rock stands silent guard. The pain that sandstone has had to endure is obvious: weathering, cobbled blocks, where cuts dash back and forth along their faces. The sun comes out every few moments, poking its face from behind a puffy cloud and going away again. When airplanes fly overhead, the firmament sounds muffled and toned-down, about to sleep. Fall has arrived at East Clear Creek.
By Sarahmarie Specht-Bird3 years ago in Wander
San Francisco Land of Hope
I once stood on a street in San Francisco and felt for the first time that a person really could have a new start. At the time, I had taken a long hiatus from travel, even though travel was the dream I was born with. When I was ready to travel again, I went to San Francisco.
By Savanna Rain Uland3 years ago in Wander
The Golden Temple of Amritsar Then and Now
Part of me is optimistic about the state of the Golden Temple. Not to be overly revisionist or reductionist in my opinion on the place, I like to remind myself that politics, ideology, and the like have always been at work in the world of the Harimandir Sahib. Problems apparent now are probably just a trade-off for problems of the past. But there is one thing that I cannot shake: the brash lack of care for our material heritage as seen in the conservation or otherwise of the buildings and art in and around Darbar Sahib.
By manan yadav 3 years ago in Wander
Remote Work by Travelling Changed Me a Lot, and I Love It
I started in July last year. My first stop was Zaporizhia in Ukraine. Don't think that I chose this city for its history, nature, or entertainment life. My wife's family lives there. Let's say that we went for a visit, but we can still consider it the beginning of everything.
By Selçuk Sevindik3 years ago in Wander
The Shame of Feeling Traveller’s Guilt for the First Time
Intro Up until this point, I’d only ever gone on holiday in Europe. Culturally different to the UK, yes, of course, but never in ways that made me seriously question my set of morals and ethics regarding traveling.
By Sh*t Happens - Lost Girl Travel3 years ago in Wander
You Never Forget Your First Phone Tap. Top Story - September 2021.
Nobody ever prepares you for the first time you're put under surveillance. I was six. Sure, I'm a young protagonist for a coming-of-age story. But what happened to my me and family in Romania, winter 1990/91, just months after the fall of the Communist revolution, defined exactly who I am today, 30 years later.
By Charlie Brown3 years ago in Wander
The Smallest Kindness Redeems
It had been a long day already. A drive that Google maps had said would take six hours in total was already at hour six and we were barely half way to our destination. We had left the geothermal pools of the calcium carbonate mountain Pamukkale in Turkey that morning and I was very irritated. The afternoon before we had a fairly disturbing hotel experience which was scary enough to cause us to leave the hotel immediately after check in and to not return for checkout. The place we found as a replacement was only slightly better and I felt discriminated against and uneasy there as well. Overall the past day and a half had been full of mini-frustrations, mostly due to my own ignorance of the Turkish language. A lack of quality sleep was aggravating the situation badly. I was in a foul mood and was lashing out at even the smallest of perceived injustices. In truth nothing bad had happened, we were never in even the slightest of jeopardy, and nobody had said or done anything of real significance in any way negative to us since we had entered the country two days prior. However, to me it felt as if the whole country was against me. I was being targeted as an American and treated poorly as a result.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Wander
Reverse Culture Shock and Re-learning the Meaning of Home. Top Story - September 2021.
Reverse Culture Shock I remember the first time I came home from long-term traveling and living abroad. Even after two years away, I wasn’t ready to go home. I remember feeling intense sadness on our way to Bangkok airport. It wasn’t easy to tear myself away from this beautiful, colourful and vibrant country.
By Sh*t Happens - Lost Girl Travel3 years ago in Wander
My first few years in Canada
I am 44 years old and I think I have lived a very good life so far. I was fortunate to live in a few countries and my last 26 years in Canada have been very nice. However, the first two or three years in Canada were difficult. For me, those years were my coming of age years.
By Anshuman Kumar3 years ago in Wander