“The world is a book and those who don’t travel, read only one page.” – Saint Augustine
During my growing up years, vacations had meant visiting my grandparents. Come summer or Christmas, we’d pack our bags and head south to where the rest of the family lived. I had quite looked forward to these holidays, where I’d get to meet my cousins, be pampered by my grandparents, uncles and aunts, and indulge in some serious gluttony.
My notion of a vacation changed after I was married. The husband was quite the wanderer before we met, backpacking alone or with friends to wherever his fancy led. He showed me just how exciting it was to travel to new places, garner fresh experiences and taste dishes with strange, exotic names. Now, he’s got me for company, because wanderlust, I’ve discovered, is contagious, and far too enriching for the soul, to ignore.