I have learned a good deal about myself while traveling. While focused on what I am seeing and who I am encountering, I go away with an understanding of who I am.
I like me when I travel. Somehow I am more open, tolerant
and willing to meet new people. Away from where we call home, we can accept the
unkempt musician or the noisy drunk so much easier.
As you make way though hotels where people speak a different
language, or you grow to know a Bed and Breakfast owner and her family, your
world is more inclusive even as you realize how there are so many experiences
common to everyone.
While you are struck by the sameness you also learn to celebrate the uniqueness of others. New friends can be from South Africa or West Virginia -- two places that I find very remote. When you are in Bellagio or the bayou there a people who mirror back who you are.
We find the world a friendly and generally happy place. We find people mostly kind and caring. Most everyone treats you ethically. These things must be given in order to receive them, however. Yet, they are easy to give if you dust off your cynicism before pulling out your passport.
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