Another one bites the dust

I think the travel bug bit me at a very young age. Being that my mother worked for Delta for 30 years, I took my first plane ride as an infant and have been hooked ever since. I have been to more cities, states, and countries at a young age than most adults. Needless to say, this wanderlust has seeped into my pores and refuses to go away. Movies, TV shows, books, and newspapers all conjure up images in my head of my next great adventure. I constantly find myself looking up fares on Delta.com just for fun. When I am lucky enough to go on a trip, I am already planning the next one on the trip home. The travel bug has indeed taken over me.

I would like to think that all of my travels have taught me something...mainly that we are all different, yet we are all the same. We all want to love and be loved. We want to be happy and surround ourselves with loved ones. But, the beauty of travel is that you get to see how other people live their daily lives. You get to see what type of food they eat, the places they go to each day, and how their culture has shaped their lives. If you are really lucky, you might even get to walk a mile in their shoes.

I will never forget the first time I was in the Southern Hemisphere and looked up at the night sky. I was amazed at the constellations I was seeing for the first time. I marveled at the majesty of God's kingdom, and how He made it so spectacular for us to enjoy.

Unfortunately, I am not currently in the position to do much traveling, but I continue to go on countless trips in my head and in my dreams. I soar through the jungles of Costa Rica and hike the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. I sail through the waters of the Santorini islands and view a herd of elephants grazing in the plains of Africa. The 30 states and 12 foreign countries I have visited pale in comparison to the enormity of the world I have yet to see.

"I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world."

(Mary Anne Radmacher)