I have not seen the sky from the tiny window of an airplane in too long. I have not heard the bustle of a busy street in some far away land. I have not smelled the treats of a food vendors cart in what seems like forever. I need to touch the sea as it rolls across the sand searching for my fingertips. I need to taste the liquid gold of a faraway vintners harvest.
Travel is like a multisensory drug to me. I immerse myself completely in the fragrances, sights, sounds and smells. I am a tactile learner, I learn best if I touch what I want to learn about. My mother was at her wits end when she took me shopping as a small child because I touched everything! Now as an adult I still love to run my fingers through freshly fallen snow, grains from a harvest, the velvets and silks in a distant street market. When I travel I love to experience anything that wakes my soul up and reminds me I am created to enjoy this creation we call Earth. I am ready for my next adventure. I am ready to experience my next destination in it’s entirety. My soul cries out to experience what others consider their hometown. Would you like to come along?