Over the years, we have made a conscious decision to spend as much time as we could, traveling.
It began with a year-long backpacking adventure in 1989 that gave us such a taste for adventure, discovery, independence, self-reliance and personal growth. It continued through the early years of raising our children, where we wanted our kids to experience the way other people in this world live (and materially, often live with less than we do in our North American lives). And it continues to this day, now that we have come out the other side of our parenting journey with independent adult “children” (let’s face it, they’ll always be kids to me!) and more time on our hands to explore and adventure.
I thought I’d begin a new section in my blog called “Snapshots” that revisits some of my favourite photographs and memories of our years spent discovering the unique places of the world and the hidden recesses of our innermost selves.
Each post will take one photo, and try to capture that memory so that you can experience what it was like at the moment in which it was taken, and what it has come to mean for me in the years that followed.
Traveling is never a waste of time. And an adventure is never over once it ends in the temporal sense. Travel stays with us in so many intangible ways, a large part of who we are, and who we are becoming, even as the memories fade.
I hope that these snapshots will leave you feeling inspired. Seeing and reading them, you will come to know the ways in which our adventures have been woven into the fabric of who I am at my core (peeling back that “onion,” that metaphor that Sarah Marquis used so eloquently during her talk).