I think this final paragraph sums up my general feelings about travelers - they feel they are superior to those that are not necessarily into traveling. I’m not a big fan of travel because it seems such a hassle these days. I happen to be a nester and love my home. It’s secluded, private and large enough to occupy my time in a way that I find nurturing, creative and fun. I’m not, as the author of this article assumes, all excited about a new grocery store opening - unless it would be Whole Foods - or the road construction project finished - unless it’s Route 9! I don’t have to travel to open myself to new adventures, meet new people, enjoy alternative ways of life. From my experience, travelers can be too verbose and go too much into the minutiae of their journeys. They can monopolize the conversation feeling they are the only ones with anything of worth to contribute. And the photos can be downright sleep inducing. My daughter and her husband have traveled to Italy and Japan. They go to very obscure and remote destinations, not the typical cookie cutter places that everyone goes to. I find their pictures and stories fascinating. I remember photos of the most stunning graveyard in Italy that I have ever seen. Beautiful large sculptures of angelic women so elegant and divine as to make me weep. She had bought a CD from a street singer that she happened to come across one early morning as the sun was rising that sang with such passion and intensity that it made the hair on my arms stand up on end. Perhaps some of us can’t relate to some travelers because what they talk about and show to us has been seen and heard a million times. Several years ago I went to Paris and it was everything I had ever dreamed it to be. My husband and I had no itinerary. We stayed in an awesome boutique hotel right across from the Louvre Museum. We never even stepped foot inside. Instead we walked the city streets and enjoyed the unmapped and uncharted local artisan shops and galleries. We went to some of the famous places but it was the unplanned that always stirred the most enjoyment. Like the night we arrived at the hotel and were unpacking. I heard the most glorious classical music and my husband and I were trying to guess the artist. We settled on Chopin. But where was it coming from? I walked to the floor to ceiling window, drew back the drapes and walked out on to a small balcony. Below was a young man playing an upright piano right on the corner. We discovered that he was a traveling musician and he worked with another man who’s specialty was jazz. My husband plays the piano and our discussions with this young man were memorable and defined. So my advice to travelers is this - if you want my attention, make it original.
Thanks kellyalysia! I did not want to offend anyone but in the same token, I was tired of being considered “less than” because I was not an avid traveler.
Two thumbs way up to everything in this thread. I think that "traveller" versus "nester" or "homebody" is more like "introvert" versus "extrovert." There's no right or wrong, positive or negative, although sometime people tend to think that "their way" is the right way when obviously that's a crazy, self-centered perspective. In terms of overall depth of character and passion for life, I think I've met an equal number of fascinating people who travel and who don't. In fact, I think there are a lot of airheads and duds who wander around because they're struggle to see that everything, everywhere shines. So they keep looking, afraid to stay still and notice what's right in front of them.
True, but sad, but also kind of comforting. Surround yourself with the right "tribe" and you'll all always have good things to talk about together that you're all mutually interested in. If your friends don't care about your life experiences, that's an indication you've grown apart.
Yup. Lots of truth here. The main thing is that travel isn't about collecting stories so that you can tell people about all the cool stuff you did. It's about the opportunities for introspection and being in the moment.
Twenty minutes ago. I'm in my RV, tap tapping away on my keyboard. A landscaper is whacking weeds just outside. I emerge to stretch and he says, "Looks like someone's wife threw them out." We talk for ten minutes about relationships, coyotes and the Mackinac Bridge. End of story. That's a moment. That's why I travel.
Good read, but I gave it a "1" because the title is click-baity and the ads on Forbes are an absolute nightmare. Reading this felt like trying to read something flickering on a half-broken screen in Times Square.
I think this final paragraph sums up my general feelings about travelers - they feel they are superior to those that are not necessarily into traveling. I’m not a big fan of travel because it seems such a hassle these days. I happen to be a nester and love my home. It’s secluded, private and large enough to occupy my time in a way that I find nurturing, creative and fun. I’m not, as the author of this article assumes, all excited about a new grocery store opening - unless it would be Whole Foods - or the road construction project finished - unless it’s Route 9! I don’t have to travel to open myself to new adventures, meet new people, enjoy alternative ways of life. From my experience, travelers can be too verbose and go too much into the minutiae of their journeys. They can monopolize the conversation feeling they are the only ones with anything of worth to contribute. And the photos can be downright sleep inducing. My daughter and her husband have traveled to Italy and Japan. They go to very obscure and remote destinations, not the typical cookie cutter places that everyone goes to. I find their pictures and stories fascinating. I remember photos of the most stunning graveyard in Italy that I have ever seen. Beautiful large sculptures of angelic women so elegant and divine as to make me weep. She had bought a CD from a street singer that she happened to come across one early morning as the sun was rising that sang with such passion and intensity that it made the hair on my arms stand up on end. Perhaps some of us can’t relate to some travelers because what they talk about and show to us has been seen and heard a million times. Several years ago I went to Paris and it was everything I had ever dreamed it to be. My husband and I had no itinerary. We stayed in an awesome boutique hotel right across from the Louvre Museum. We never even stepped foot inside. Instead we walked the city streets and enjoyed the unmapped and uncharted local artisan shops and galleries. We went to some of the famous places but it was the unplanned that always stirred the most enjoyment. Like the night we arrived at the hotel and were unpacking. I heard the most glorious classical music and my husband and I were trying to guess the artist. We settled on Chopin. But where was it coming from? I walked to the floor to ceiling window, drew back the drapes and walked out on to a small balcony. Below was a young man playing an upright piano right on the corner. We discovered that he was a traveling musician and he worked with another man who’s specialty was jazz. My husband plays the piano and our discussions with this young man were memorable and defined. So my advice to travelers is this - if you want my attention, make it original.
loved this.
Thanks kellyalysia! I did not want to offend anyone but in the same token, I was tired of being considered “less than” because I was not an avid traveler.
Two thumbs way up to everything in this thread. I think that "traveller" versus "nester" or "homebody" is more like "introvert" versus "extrovert." There's no right or wrong, positive or negative, although sometime people tend to think that "their way" is the right way when obviously that's a crazy, self-centered perspective. In terms of overall depth of character and passion for life, I think I've met an equal number of fascinating people who travel and who don't. In fact, I think there are a lot of airheads and duds who wander around because they're struggle to see that everything, everywhere shines. So they keep looking, afraid to stay still and notice what's right in front of them.
True, but sad, but also kind of comforting. Surround yourself with the right "tribe" and you'll all always have good things to talk about together that you're all mutually interested in. If your friends don't care about your life experiences, that's an indication you've grown apart.
Yup. Lots of truth here. The main thing is that travel isn't about collecting stories so that you can tell people about all the cool stuff you did. It's about the opportunities for introspection and being in the moment.
Twenty minutes ago. I'm in my RV, tap tapping away on my keyboard. A landscaper is whacking weeds just outside. I emerge to stretch and he says, "Looks like someone's wife threw them out." We talk for ten minutes about relationships, coyotes and the Mackinac Bridge. End of story. That's a moment. That's why I travel.
Good read, but I gave it a "1" because the title is click-baity and the ads on Forbes are an absolute nightmare. Reading this felt like trying to read something flickering on a half-broken screen in Times Square.
HAH. FAIR.