Friday, July 02, 2010
Do You Still Dream About Traveling Around the World?
I think most of you know how much I love to travel and discover new cultures. I thing this desire was first born when I lived in Morocco as an exchange student in high school. I was 17 and it was the first time I'd left the United States. Living in Morocco opened my eyes to "the rest of the world." I discovered that the way we live in the US is not the only way to live. I experienced myself in a whole different way. I learned new languages (Arabic and French), new ways of eating (with my right hand and no silverware) and even new ways of interacting with the opposite sex (very cautiously).
Since then, I always assumed travel to foreign countries would be a part of my life. I assumed I would live abroad at some point and that my children-- whenever I had them -- would be world citizens, multilingual and happy travel bunnies too. I think that's the real reason I married el esposo, to guarantee I'd always have a foreign country to fly off to. I'm kidding...
But now, I have my kids, still hoping for one more. I have a steady job, finally. We have a house and a mortgage. We have debt. How could I possibly still be dreaming about travel? But I am. Really. El esposo and I have fantasized about him finishing his coursework for his Phd and we both get jobs teaching at some international school in the Middle East or Asia. We've also talked about living in Spain for a couple of years, perhaps while he does research for his dissertation. I have the chance to work in London through my job at Temple. So you see the dream is still alive, but it is tempered with a dose of reality. No longer do I honestly think we could just pick up and go somewhere on a whim. But that's okay. I'm not sure I'd like to travel like that anymore. You know, just for the adventure.
But then I saw this contest.
It's called Blog Your Way Around the World and my travel bug got all excited. The winner receives eight amazing, life-changing trips and all of they have to do is blog about them. For ten glorious minutes I allowed myself to dream. I convinced myself that I am the perfect candidate -- a writer who loves to travel. But then the kids, the job, the mortgage, my fear of certain squishy bugs and animals that would certainly be a part of some of those trips, reared their ugly heads. This isn't the contest for me. But maybe it is for one of you. Would some of you please enter and let us know if you win? I'll vote for you!
In the meantime, I'll continue to dream about traveling to exotic locations. I know we'll get there eventually, as a family.
Where do you dream of traveling to? How do you incorporate your current circumstances into the mix?