Travel memories often populate my dreams. I suppose that’s not surprising given that travel usually takes us out of our daily
grind routine and transports us to somewhere that delights, or even astounds, our senses. Why wouldn’t my dreaming mind not want to take me back to our honeymoon in Peru or that time we hiked for four days in New Zealand’s Fiordland National Park?
You might think that being a travel blogger would turn travel into a ho hum part of a person’s daily routine. However, when I asked some of my baby boomer travel blogger friends to share their favorite travel memories, it was clear they also have treasured travel memories. They’ve given me permission to share some of them:
Patti Morrow is
a bit of a daredevil. Some of her favorite travel memories come with a bird’s eye view.
I like getting high. Wait! Let me explain…. Getting a bird’s-eye view of our gorgeous planet from the sky is exhilarating, whether from a skydive or parasail. One of my flights-of-fancy was hang gliding in – where else? – Kitty Hawk, North Carolina.
High in the air, the rope that connected us to the tow plane visibly snapped. And suddenly we were released, untethered and on our own, soaring through the clouds. I could not suppress my giggling, nor did I even try. The views of the gray-blue Atlantic Ocean, Currituck Sound, and the surrounding landmass of the Outer Banks are simply stunning when observed from these altitudes. And the stalls, dives and turns made hang gliding even more exciting. Jonathon, my tandem pilot even let me take a turn steering the glider! The euphoria you experience as you soar over the landscape is a memory not soon forgotten.
Travel blogger Doreen Pendgracs likes her travel memories sweet. Sometimes she is even literally “into” chocolate. I actually met Doreen at a Chocolate Festival in Honolulu, Hawaii where I bought a copy of her book, Chocolatour, A Quest for the World’s Best Chocolate, Volume 1. Here’s one of her favorite travel memories:
As someone who travels the world in search of the best chocolate adventures, I have many sweet memories from my travels. But the one that immediately jumps to mind is the chocolate body wrap I had at the Pure Jungle Spa in Costa Rica as part of the Puerto Viejo Chocolate Festival. I’ve had a number of chocolate spa treatments around the world, but none that come close to the intoxicating scent, excitement and pure jungle fun of this moment. Cheers, and hope to meet you on the chocolate trail soon.
Sometimes our travel memories are seemingly little things that stay in our mind’s eye forever. Travel blogger Sue Slaght had such an experience in Turkey.
Cycling under the blazing sun of rural Turkey, we take a rest in the shade of what we presume to be an abandoned building. Soon after a Turkish couple in traditional dress, walk toward us on the dusty road. Sweaty and red faced, we realize in horror we have strewn our bikes and gear, not to mention ourselves, in front of their humble home.
As we apologize profusely with frantic sign language, the couple responds with warm smiles and similar hand waving gestures that we should sit. Reaching into a cloth bag she has been carrying, the woman hands each of her uninvited guests a small, red tomato. We politely refuse but she insists we eat as her grocery bag empties.
No matter what glorious locations we travel to, it is the kindness of strangers around the world that is our most treasured souvenir.
One of my travel memories is pulling over to breast feed our infant son on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Aussie travel blogger Johanna Castro’s breast feeding memories are much more dramatic.
My favourite travel memories come from our first expat posting overseas to Nepal in 1989. Arriving in Kathmandu with a 5 week old baby was something of a Baptism by fire, but the memories I treasure are many and varied.
We’d strap Sam into his backpack and go for wonderful hikes into the foothills of the Himalayas. The villagers would ply us with Chai and I’d breast feed Sam while he was lulled to sleep by the sound of tinkling bells on passing mule trains.
When we were living near Mugling in a remote area on the Kathmandu to Pokhara ‘highway’ I’d have to drive 45 minutes to the nearest fresh market for supplies along a precipitous stretch of road prone to landslides, with only the river valley, stretching beyond the precipice, far below. But wandering between sacks of strange selling spices, trying fresh Okra for the first time, and putting coriander into everything I cooked (even tea!) are memories which will stay with me forever.