Travel has always meant so much to me! From my earliest memories as an Army brat, packing up my belongings to move across the country or the sea, to these last few years searching for the next big adventure.
I’ve been so grateful to have so many adventures. I’ve studied abroad in London, staying in the Bloomsbury District and traveling to Virginia Woolf’s home and studying her work. I’ve toured the Salzburg Salt Mines in Austria and eaten “spaghetti eis” in Germany.
I’ve toured the rolling green mountains of the Isle of Skye, Scotland and pet Highland cows on the roadside. I’ve connected with people in Ireland who had answers about my family name and family tree.
Recently, I’ve had the opportunity to travel with other educators, who are so immensely insightful and eager to learn about new places and cultures. I’ve had the chance to see the big cities of Japan and to stay in the small rural neighborhoods with a kind and considerate host family.
Mostly, I’ve learned that you don’t have to speak the same language or have the same experiences to connect with other people. Everyone has a story to tell, and a lesson to teach.
Yes, I trek to teach, but mostly, I travel to learn.