I’m an avid picture taker, and an avid writer (Obviously…). But, as I cleaned out my phone and laptop in preparation for new adventures (OK, mostly because I have far too many pictures of food floating around…) I found myself thinking about my collection of best travel moments, almost none of which are preserved in any of my pictures or journals. I think this is the beauty of travel, really… To collect memories of the moments you can’t put into words or keep forever in picture.
A few of my favorites (and perhaps my best attempt at some pictures to explain):
- Hopping on a plane from Austin to Boston by myself at 3 AM in full hysterics, because loneliness is 200% a real emotion. I was so impressed with myself for trusting my gut. It’s also, to date, one of my favorite summer weekends; more here.
- The Western Wall on Shabbat, the holiest day of the week for those of the Jewish faith. Whether you know what’s going on or not, there was a spirit and energy in the air that I hadn’t ever felt before, and haven’t been able to find since. The women’s side of the wall is full of song, dance, and celebration. Cried through most of that one too, but happy tears, I promise!
- Taking residence on this balcony in Rome to watch everyone go by on Via Nazionale (No cappuccino though, unfortunately!).
- Picnicking under the Eiffel Tour on the most perfect August day.
- Dancing the night away at a surprise Walk The Moon show in Williamsburg, Brooklyn (because the first time I saw them just wasn’t enough…)
- Breezing through London on one of those ridiculous tourist buses on my second trip to the city. I swear those things are secretly gold, and having been just a few months earlier, nothing was better than getting to see everything again in a different light.
My addiction to traveling is all about memories like these. Every time I think about them, I get all excited about the prospect of having more of them. Side effect of the travel bug? I mean, at this point, it wouldn’t surprise me…