Travel has always been for me about going to new destinations, discovering new cultures and seeing humanity at its finest. The thought of just going somewhere I’ve never gone to before is enough to get me through the ho-hum of my routines. Travel would be that prized carrot dangling in front of my eyes if I were a rabbit. Lately, the places we’ve been going to are countries in Europe, apart from the trip to the Philippines about three years ago. Europe was just easier for us to get to and navigate when the girls were younger.
Now that the girls are a bit older, I dream of going to destinations we’ve never gone to before. I still hope to go to places I’ve always dreamt about — Angkor Wat, the Great Wall, Taj Mahal, Pyramids in Egypt, Tokyo, Machu Picchu. But travel isn’t the same as before. The world is a messier place with the migrant crisis in Europe and, to a lesser extent, in Asia. There’s rising xenophobia in many parts of the world and borders are literally being closed between many countries as we see currently in Hungary. We’re seeing fear rear its ugly head among people as they feel threatened by foreigners coming to settle in their land.
I’d like to hope and think that there are better days ahead for all of us, for humanity. I’d like to think that we all could still find something beautiful in people who are quite different from us. I still am hopeful that we can give a helping hand to those who are needy and persecuted despite uncertainties about our own realities. To be free of the burden of hate and anguish in life, we need to open our hearts and minds to the plight and challenges of others.