This blog has sprouted from the seeds of travel planted in my heart and growing from my natural wanderlust. The first word I ever spoke, outside of mama or dada, was ‘gone’. As a child of four and five years old I would wander off in the neighborhood. My parents called it “running off” and it was something I wasn’t supposed to do. I did it anyway, it was adventurous and fun!
In 1964, Delia Goetz introduced the nine-year-old me to the world. Her 4th Grade textbook, ‘At Home Around the World’ opened a world of foreign countries, foreign children, foreign languages, and foreign cultures. With her ‘At Home in the- Mountains of Ecuador, A River in India, A Ranch in Argentina …’ through nine geographically diverse places she helped me to discover our differences and our likenesses. She introduced me to the challenges of land reclamation in The Netherlands and to the challenges of reforestation in Norway. I fell in love with the people and places of our world and ever since I have been discovering places near and far as part of this beautiful journey she unfolded for me. While I must declare a physical address for the privilege to vote and to drive and I must declare a physical address for my passport, I do consider this planet my home. So, you may find me packing to go home, or you may find me gone but you will never find me homesick. In this space, I hope to share my own stories of travel and journeys, my own Reflections of Place.
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