humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Summer Memories from 2013
In 2013, I took a trip from my place at Fort Myers Beach, Florida to spend the summer in Brattleboro, Vermont. I would stay a couple of months with my sister Pat and her husband Conrad. They were about to open a B&B called The One Cat. Pat had spent many many years in England, and she and Conrad, got a good deal on the house, after deciding to return to the USA; it was a good chance to catch up with each other. The idea was for me to get away from the high temperatures in a hot Florida, and spend some time in a more mountainous atmosphere where the summers were cooler. (WRONG) The summer of 2013 in Brattleboro, Vermont had a couple of weeks, when the temps, even at night, did not fall below 90 degrees.
By David X. Sheehan4 years ago in Wander
Month no. 9, A new team and a mob hit!
When I started 8 months ago on the Sapphire Princess in Mexico as a junior videog level 2, I didn’t think in my wildest dreams I’d be coming up to my 8th month onboard as an acting senior videog about to head across the Pacific ocean again with a two week holiday in Sydney at the end of it.
By Neil Gregory4 years ago in Wander
The Soul That Never Gives Up
“I will not give up, not as long as I draw breath” Caleb thinks to himself. “I walk up the road to this mountain top, and no matter how hard I climb I fall. It’s so cold, the wind blowing against my face. I keep hiking and climbing but the wind and snow is too much. The frost around my eye lashes makes it hard to blink as the crunching of the ice hurts my eyes. I search for something, a purpose, a peace. I long to find meaning in my journey, and I hope I can live to find my destiny in the midst of this storm”. Caleb continues to walk and walk, he notices the deep blue skies and the black obsidian like rocks intermingled with he snow and ice. He approaches the frozen lake between him and the last part of the mountain he’ll have to climb before he reaches the top. He carefully walks across the lake. As the wind picks up the snow blinds his sight even more. He pushes on and continues to make his way to the mountain top. He thinks to himself, “What will I find when I make it up there? Will I find what I’m looking for? Will I find the peace I seek? The purpose of this? Will I make it? I don’t know. I often wonder how different I could’ve lived my life. I often wonder what set me on the path of this journey. What possessed me to do so? I spent so much time in isolation and self-sabotage that I’ve now realized I need to come to a place of self-discovery. Where I can hopefully find this new vision of living a life of purpose. Protecting those who can’t protect themselves. Helping those in need. Taking care of my self physically and mentally. I want to do good but I don’t know how to. It’s like I’m trying to find the answer to everything in the midst of the storm. The storm I’m trudging trough as I walk along this frozen lake, and the storm I’m going through mentally. I often think of the words of my father before he died…
By Chris Cossin4 years ago in Wander
Haiti My Heart Aches For You
Haiti my heart aches for you. You put one foot in front of the other - never moving forward. You never get a break. Yet you smile with bright eyes and a vision of hope. It is hard to be Haitian. A beautiful island in the Atlantic Ocean. Sparkling like a jewel. Nature has been teasing you, cruel to you - hurricanes and earthquakes bombard you without mercy. Your people are good natured, their voices sing out, their art makes colors speak - can you ever get a break?
By pamela mayer4 years ago in Wander
I Don't Want To Hurt No More
The sun was bright. Glaring down with an intensity that stagnated the air. Thick, dry, and hard to breath. The moisture deprived earth crunched beneath booted feet. The wind provided no reprieve. It blew like a furnace and the sand burned like fire.
By Kelsey Lovejoy4 years ago in Wander
A WANDERING MAN!
"Oh shoot! that's hot", Karen yelped as she reached into the oven to pull the rack. She hurriedly put her fingers in cool water to ease the heat. Then, she went to her icebox to see was there any butter. It was a little bit left in the corner of a bowl. She scraped the edges of the bowl and applied some onto her fingers and placed the bowl in the sink.
By Dr. Totziette Slater5 years ago in Wander
