The Beauty of Travel

My lectures have taken me to 140 nations with no end in sight. I’m often asked if I miss home. There is no weariness for home when it travels with you.

 

I am in constant awe at the beauty of this world. There are mountains so stunning that they have inspired divinities worthy of their creation; seas so profound that we can scarce understand what they hold in their depths, and skies so full of stars that paralyze the imagination with the weight of what it means to be a finite being in an infinite universe.

 

The real beauty of travel is found in the unexpected moments that punctuate the mundane; when I have been welcomed with open arms by people who I had once believed were my enemies, loved and cared for by those I had been taught to fear, and treated with kindness and generosity by those with little to give and no reason to give it.