“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray. – RUMI”
Love and travel go hand in hand, in fact TRAVEL IS LOVE.
For me travel means falling in love with new places, new languages, new foods and new surroundings. And for a lot of us falling in love with a person. Our senses are heightened and our hearts are opened, we let ourselves feel things that we normally try to protect ourselves from at home. We let ourselves fall in love.
You widen your margins before you leave for a trip, knowing you are going to do things you don’t normally do. You give yourself the permission to experience different and possibly risky pleasures before even leaving, and romance is the biggest – and most dangerous – pleasure you can get…
At home we are scared of getting hurt, but when we travel we allow ourselves to become more vulnerable, more in the moment, we let go of our responsibilities and fall recklessly in love, even for only a short few days. But is love found on the road true love? Is it sincere and will it last the test of time? Or will it be swept away like the footprints in the sand only to be replaced over and over again?
It seems love while traveling abroad, in whatever form it is found or lost, can only heighten our experiences. However love doesn’t have to be a feeling that you give to another person, it can be one you hold for yourself, or your surroundings, love can just be to travel.
Those wise words seem all too true- “to have loved and lost is better than to never have loved at all”, so whether it be a holiday romance, an obsession with a new food, amazement at a country or a partnership that will last forever.
Let travel take your heart.