A Journey Shared

Being able to travel is a true gift and even a privilege since we are not all able.

Travel is the opportunity to experience the beauty of another's world--their landscape, their art, their history, and their culture of course, but more than that, it is the opportunity to understand what they are proud of and why.

Spain was magical--steeped in legends, mystery and even magic (the street actors stood for hours in positions not to be believed). I stood in the room where Queen Isabella paid Christoper Colombus to go find America. I stood before a church so massive and magnificent that it was impossible to believe human beings created it,and I stood before God's greatest creation--silver mountains dipping into a sapphire ocean.

Travel to Spain was a treat for the sences. I saw flowers blooming like pastel whipped creme. I heard bells peal in a tower 300 feet high. I touched smooth mosiacs that dated back to the 12th century, and I tasted perfect paella, sweet sangria, and crunchy churrohs coated in chocolate.

Clearly, my trip was amazing. It is doubly special to share the experience with others during the trip and with others afterwards. It magnifies the experience and cements the memories.

If I've peaked you desire to hit the road or airways, I'm thrilled. There is so much to see and experience throughout the world, and you can do it the 5-star method, back-packing it, or any number of ways in between those two extremes.

And even though I love every minute of travel, I am equally thrilled to hear a US customs officer say "Welcome Home!" to what I believe is the best country of all--America.