Vacations often start a little rough. Early wake up, a delayed flight, expensive and mostly inferior airport food, and the worst surprise ever--when I didn't get my travel visa to enter India.
But eventually we arrive at the destination we have longed for. We walk on the powder-sugar sand, take out the kayak--even see the Taj Mahal. Long after the sun has set, we are still on the beach, my grandchildren have faded into darkened images-- still digging, still bobbing in the water, still filling plastic pails.
Life slows. It puts on the brakes after air turbulence, kids screaming in the back of the car, the long ride in the van to our final destination. TSA lines are eons away. Running to the gate, worrying if Tony makes it on the plane after they've announced they are preparing for take-off --it's all resolved within minutes.
It's all worth it.
When we reverse the process and return home, we start dreaming again of travel.
Life seems out of balance without travel. The ying and the yang, the problems and the perks--for one cannot exist without the other.
For travel compacts the greater experience of life. If you can master the ups and downs of one week or two, with interruptions and happy surprises, you will get a glimpse of how easy it is to endure when something wonderful lies ahead.
Travel is a microcosm for life.
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