In case you haven’t noticed all of my obnoxious Facebook posts, I am heading out to Peru tomorrow with my wonderful roommate (who I do not deserve in the slightest). I am very excited and very nervous and very excited.
I have had the incredible privilege of traveling globally three times already in my life: once in high school when I spent two weeks exploring Ireland and Northern Ireland; once falling in love with Egon Schiele in the coffee shops of Vienna, Austria; and once on that incredible ten week trip to Australia and New Zealand (see old blog) that remains one of the defining times of my life.
Now we’re heading to Peru, making South America my fourth continent and Peru my eighth country, and as usual the most constant emotion I have is overwhelming gratitude. I don’t come from a background of great wealth. I don’t consider us to be poor, at least not social capital-wise, but we’re not the sort of family who toured Europe together either. Of my siblings, only my sister and I have been out of the country (other than Canada), and only I have been multiple times. I feel, in this regard, grateful, a little guilty, and responsible.
It is up to me to make sure I am not squandering this amazing gift of travel. I need to travel respectfully, considerately, and wholeheartedly. I need to soak up every last moment of my time abroad. Because it isn’t just me who is traveling, it’s my family as well until such time that they too are off on their own global adventures.
So, I’ll do my best to blog when possible, keep my eyes and ears open, and bring back some pictures that aren’t completely worthless… we’ll see.
Thank you to everyone who has supported me, even though this is kind of an out there wacky thing to do! I love you all!
See you on the other side.