There are two constants in my life: reading and travel.
I don’t remember not traveling. I started earning frequent flier miles when I was 8 years old. I vividly remember the year my sister and I got matching Snoopy suitcases for Christmas. Nothing else we got that year even came close to being as cool as those suitcases!
After my parents divorced, and my mom moved my sister and I across the country, my sister and I flew alone cross-country several times a year to visit our dad. And, my sister and I went on great holidays with our dad to Mexico and Jamaica, and with our mom to England, Florida, New York, D.C. and Australia.
But, even more common than flying were the road trips. With our dad, we took trips to Wisconsin (the Dells), Indiana (the Dunes) and Michigan (some kind of Lithuanian summer community). With our mom it was all about the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, and Yosemite.
I learned about history, culture, politics, and life. Not through the filter of television, but by actually traveling and seeing it.
And what I didn’t learn through traveling, I learned through reading. I read whatever was in front of me: books, magazines, cereal boxes…
I now watch my two-year old niece “read” her books to her stuffed animals, and I know I must have done the same. Some of the people I feel closest to, and have some of the fondest memories of, are people that don’t really exist: characters in books. Some of my favorite teachers are the authors of the books that taught me about the world around me.
This blog will be a medium for me to capture that intersection of my constants: reading and travel. I will strive to explain what each is teaching me now, or key lessons I learned in the past. My hope is that you enjoy reading it a fraction as much as I enjoy learning it.