humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Who Am I?
I often get asked if I consider myself more French or German. Having a German mother and a French father, I have been raised in between two cultures. I was born in France but lived most of my life in Germany. I went to a French school in Berlin so my education was based on the French teaching approach. I was mostly surrounded by German and French students and was also exposed to many international pupils. When I was living in Berlin, I used to look at myself as a typical French. However, the more I came back to France, the more I started realising I was not as French as I thought. Funny enough, I began considering myself as French when being in Germany and German when staying in France. After all, I was both, I could choose and it made me feel special, part a small group, different from most friends. But sometimes confused or isolated.
By Cannelle Rambaud-Measson8 years ago in Wander
Three Reasons Why Going to a Summer Camp Can Literally Change Your Life
I want to start off by saying I'm completely biased to the camp I've been attending since I was seven, but I'm sure that all camps have a great experience, and are special in their own way.
By Kristina Slottke8 years ago in Wander
Through the Eyes of a Traveler
Standing at the airport and saying goodbye to my home was one of the hardest moments I've ever experienced. Waiting to board my flight to Seoul, South Korea I looked at my mother's tear filled eyes and felt so scared, sad, excited, proud, regretful. I was ready to start this new life, so why was I so hesitant?
By Nicole Goulet8 years ago in Wander
Why I Decided to Travel. Top Story - January 2018.
As a child I would always have this weird urge that wouldn't let me stay still. I daydreamed all the time and pretended I was somewhere distant, going through the most incredible adventures. Today, I know that that restlessness has a name; it's called wanderlust… And my wanderlust has taken me far. At 27, I visited over 90 cities in 27 countries, and have been to four of the seven continents. But how did this happen?
By Ana Baptista8 years ago in Wander
Here's to the International Kids!
Being an International kid is like having a disease that you are born with and there’s no cure. People never understand the reason you wanted to leave, and sometimes neither do you. But you know that you have to. From the moment you leave the comfort of your house and embark on the plane, many times alone and even clueless, the sadness of leaving your home is overpowered by the adventurous feeling of curiosity that is inherent to all travelers. And you are a part of the world now.
By Vitória Marques8 years ago in Wander
Home
"Home is where the heart is." My mom always says that to me when we get off the phone when I am away at school. I guess I never really understood what that meant or why she would say that. Until this year, actually a few days ago, when I was making the twelve hour drive home from school by myself.
By Ashley Munroe8 years ago in Wander
Walking Across Europe
I have a huge passion for travel. It's something I think everyone should do to escape from the clutches of materialism and Western mentalities. To go and experience other cultures and meet some of the kindest people in the most unlikely of locations.
By Schuyler Tunaley8 years ago in Wander
The Slow Poison of Wanderlust
It's past midnight. The grandfather clock in the kitchen rings down its late hours with a calm and steady beat. My temple whirs and spins. Thoughts of the world, the future, different times and spaces. Wanderlust crawls into my veins and slowly releases its lust for movement. Is it crazy that I feel stagnant even when things are going well? When I've made a niche, and settled in with a steady job and good friends? I long to move forward, outward, and inward a lot of the time, too. It’s not even been half a year since I’ve last felt that rush of travel and I feel pulled to all directions. Portland, California and Arizona to visit old friends. Bali and France for a good time. Even Africa and the Middle East, places I know have deep need. I ask myself, would it be so bad to call a place my home for a bit longer? Would budding romances make me want to stay, or would it not be enough? I guess I have a lot of questions. I take time to breathe, remind myself that there are higher ways above my own and it's not solely up to me to provide the answers.
By Acasia Tucker8 years ago in Wander












