What I love so much about travelling is seeing something new every day, or even every hour. It might be an entire city, it might be a style of clothing, it might even be the way someone pours their tea, but I love witnessing parts of different cultures and comparing them to others I’ve experienced.
My sister and I took a wee road trip last year, from Phoenix to Reno. We had just spent a few weeks in Maui for my dad’s wedding, then spent a few days together shopping and cranking the AC in Phoenix. She had to get back to Canada, and I had to get to northern Nevada to attend Burning Man, so we decided to spend a couple of days driving through the desert to Reno; she could fly back to Winnipeg from there, and I could meet my friends for the festival. We drove through Area 51, we found a beautiful lake, we snacked on junk food and sang songs to each other when there was no radio reception. It was miles and miles of sand and cacti, but the time went quickly, too quickly.
I remember looking out the car window at some of the tiny desert towns that we seemed to fly past in an instant. Who lived there? I wondered. What are their stories? How do they pour their tea? Until I have the answers to all of my questions for all of the places in the world, I’ll never stop travelling.