It’s time for another week of gratitude. This time, we’re with the letter “T”!
Whenever I find myself getting impatient during a long flight, I always remind myself that it took St. Francis Xavier more than two years to get to India on a small and, probably, stinky boat.
Don’t get me wrong – there are many hassles involved with travel these days – crowds, delays, encounters with the TSA, etc. But, that having been said, isn’t it mind-boggling that we can get inside an aluminum tube and emerge several hours later on a different continent?
I have been privileged to see many wonderful places and hope to see more before I die. (Africa and Australia/New Zealand, get ready for me!)
Of all my travels, however, I think my first stop in Asia was the most memorable of all. On my way to Japan for the first time, I stopped off in Thailand for a week. I’d been to North America and European countries, but Thailand was my first encounter with a completely different culture. I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it – well, all except the visit to an enormous crocodile farm… I hate those things and being “up close and personal” with thousands of them was ghastly. The worst part was having to pretend to the kind Thai Jesuit who brought me there that I was having a great time! But visiting pagodas and whooshing along the klongs [canals] are memories I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.
What is the most memorable journey – to near or far – that you have made?