Having grown up in Kansas, my dad took me and my brothers on many road trips. Some were nearby, such as our family farm in southeast Kansas, and some were a bit more tumultuous—like driving back to Wichita from Orlando (not one of my fondest memories).
But along the way, I fell in love with travel. And the love was deeper than enjoying the laziness, great food and comfortable hotel rooms. I liked discovering the culture of another place; I loved seeing a new place with my own eyes, and smelling the air; I particularly enjoyed the souvenir stores, an affinity I probably inherited from my parents.
Travel connects people. It gives some people hope. It triggers memories and feelings. It helps mend relationships and minds. It is stimulating, and that allows us to understand our humanity.
With The Everyday Vacationist, I hope I can inspire those wanting to make each day a little more enjoyable—and those patiently looking forward to the next grand adventure.
"And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul."