Ah yes, “Faraway places with their strange sounding names,” were such a part of my life for twenty years. I think I have been to 26 places in the world. I wish I could remember accurately what I really saw. In checking my old photos, one beach looks very much like another. Yes, having a Travel Agency kept us on the move.
It is interesting that the French derivative of the world “travel” is “travail” which means “work”. I am afraid that my memories are filled with “travail” because as most women know, they are the “packers” for the long awaited trip.
I used to start weeks in advance making lists. It seems every country needed its own list. I would put what was available at the moment on the spare bed. After a few days you could not find the bedspread, all you could see were clothes, shoes and boxes of “maybe’s”. A few days before we were to leave I would start tossing out what I thought I could live without and then begin my serious packing.
Some things my husband looked after were passports, visas and travel insurance…and of course the entourage of passengers who were part of the travel group we’d talked into joining us. In all those years we only had one passenger that I actually wanted to throw off our cruise line..(joking of course), and I think we would have had some help from some of the others in our group also.
Those years of travel left lots of memories, but my best memory is of us arriving again in Canada after a very long flight and the Customs official smiling and saying, “Welcome back home.” I was so tired that I nearly broke into tears.
Travel has its ups and downs and really is a reflection of what life is like too. You smile through the good times and are thankful for them and pray for guidance through the bad.
There are a lot of years behind me and my travel experiences. The new world is not nearly as safe but to those who have the yen to see it; tread softly, pack lightly and be sure to include your faith in your baggage for the trip. Bon voyage!