humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Lights in Seattle
I rolled out of bed in my Seattle hotel room around six that Tuesday morning in May. I got dressed and walked out the hotel doors. Took a left through the courtyard, then a right onto the street. I looked ahead of me to see the red lights from the Pike Place Market sign cutting a break in the grey clouds of the day.
By Jaci Schreckengost5 years ago in Wander
Stranger in a Strange Land
Strangers in Strange Lands My husband works at a five-star hotel and the stories he comes home with are enough fodder for at least several novels and a salacious television series. “Last night a couple from Minnesota pulled the dresser from the wall and checked for dust,” he tells me, “and then complained ad nauseam when they found a hair.” As if the housekeeping staff is made up of Russian shot putters on steroids whose job it is to rearrange the furniture. It’s not enough that these poor women (it’s mostly women) have only half an hour per room to wipe away all the comings and goings of the former occupant. No, they must feed the delusion of the new tenant in such a way that they believe they are the only person who has ever inhabited the room. A hotel suite is not a private residence and a pillow out of place is not proof that there’s been a home invasion.
By Lezlie Wade5 years ago in Wander
Her Flight
Who would have thought it would be a life-changing event. One that would have her rethink and take a deeper look at herself. She thought it would be a simple solo adventure and anticipated no real excitement to come out of it, boy was she wrong. It started when she arrived at the airport, after checking her baggage, she slipped into a cozy airport chair awaiting her flight to begin boarding. Her first time in 1st class should be thrilling she thought. She remembered how in movies 1st class meant royalty and prestige. She thought it would be an excellent birthday present to herself to be among those who drink champagne and eat caviar.
By Stephanie Battle5 years ago in Wander
Freckles Abroad
It has been a weirdly eventful year, considering all the quarantines. For me, the most exciting half has been this last one. True, I haven't left my “flat” much in the past few months, but I've made a slew of new friends and I've already seen more of London than I knew existed.
By Gabrielle R. Lamontagne5 years ago in Wander
Through the eyes of a Ukrainian Child
My oldest sister Diana once told me when we were growing up in Ukraine that when foreigners get off the plane, a man in green holds up a basket of money and you can grab a stack but don't get greedy. Mannnn I couldn't wait to come to America and get my tiny chipmunk hands on a fat stack of gorgeous American Rubles. I thought that was the name of American currency at the time . Fck off I was a child.
By Misha Trubs5 years ago in Wander
Traveling with Depression
Lately I've been asking myself the question, why. Why did I quit my job? Why am I writing a blog? Why am I letting people into my private life? I think I haven't been able to come up with an answer because there isn't just one. There's a whole slew of reasons. And they are all connected. And they go way back to when I was a little girl.
By Tabitha White5 years ago in Wander
A Touch of Magic!
Dear Juan, I know you have been through a lot this past year. 2020 has been the official "Karen" of all years we had to endure. With Covid-19 and natural disasters happening all around the world. Not to mention the stress level politics brings over; and of course, your fiancé passing away last year in January. With all this stress and emotions that you kept pent up inside, is not good for you to keep suffering like this.
By J.X. Leiva5 years ago in Wander
Searching For My Edinburgh
Many people spend their lives searching for their Jerusalem or their Mecca. A place that all roads seem to lead back to. A destination that makes the journey of life worthwhile. I began a similar search a year ago, but rather than searching for my Mecca, I was searching for my Edinburgh. Edinburgh, Scotland hardly has the same cultural significance that Mecca or Jerusalem have, but its importance in the life of author J.K. Rowling was like a pilgrimage in some ways. Rowling has said before that the majority of the Harry Potter series was written in the city of Edinburgh. A place that, for her, yielded inspiration in a way that she had never experienced previously. As a writer, this is what I long for. A place where a masterpiece can almost be written just from the sights and sounds itself.
By C.R. Hughes5 years ago in Wander
Elspeth
Sometimes, when we least expect it, the Universe tosses us a glimpse of the destiny we will face. There are things that happen in life that allow us to share experiences with those who we had no idea we would meet. I actually believe that people are here to help each other get through certain trials. I'm not sure if I was helping her, or she was aiding me, but I know that we got past a rough time together, and that this story still touches me in ways I can never disremember.
By Andrew Klein5 years ago in Wander
