As I explore, close to home or far away, I realize that with each trip I bring home a little something.
I’m not talking about souvenir like T-shirts or salt & pepper shakers, or even a rare one-of-a-kind handicraft (although, I have a few of the above.)
I mean the memories that float to surface most often when I think of my travels.
Our encounter with people seems to make travel meaningful for me.
A friend of mine once asked me why we visited Argentina, what did we do? After I gave her a long, detailed description of our visit, she responded, “Oh, so you just went to live there for a while?”
That’s it. With our children, we just want to live for a while, here and there.