Mexico City, Mexico
Today, while talking to an acquaintance about travel, he said, “It’s so great that you’re doing it all now, you know, to get it out of your system.”
My mum and dad spent most of the early 70s living in a van in Europe, travelling anywhere they could go. Always travellers, my dad now is plotting a bicycle tour through Argentina while my mum has scrapbooks full of Christmases spent in Antarctica and Borneo. My older sister, a resident of Mexico for six years and now studying Middle Eastern languages in Israel, is full of stories from South America and Southeast Asia. My brother, after a summer in Spain a few years ago, is saving as much money as he can for a long journey through Europe.
Will I ever get it out of my system? I think some of us never will, nor would we ever want to.