Yesterday evening, I, along
with my Wander Across Romania &
Moldova tour group,
arrived in Brasov, Romania. We checked into our guesthouse, threw our stuff in our
rooms and decided to rest for a couple of hours. I ended up turning on my
laptop and tried to get some work done, and I managed to reply to quite a lot
of emails. At one point, though, I needed a break, so I went upstairs and
walked out onto the balcony, a balcony that offers a panoramic view out over
the Old City below, set so perfectly at the foot of the mountains, with the
massive Black Cathedral so un-missable in the middle of the scene. I took a few
deep breaths, inhaling that fresh Prahova Valley air, and before long I
realized that, just as one of the members of my Romania tour had already stated
within ten minutes of arriving in Brasov, “I could live here.”
And
what if I did decide to move and live in Brasov? What if I stayed here
permanently, perhaps for the rest of my life? I started thinking about this
scenario, and while I knew perfectly well that I wasn’t actually going to move
to Brasov for the rest of my life, these questions got me thinking about
something else.
If I
chose to live in one place all year round, albeit a place overseas, would I
still be ‘traveling’?
I
then began to think about the months ahead as well. Not only would I be here in
Romania and Moldova, but in three weeks I will be heading to the US for a
friend’s wedding. Is that traveling or is that just going ‘home’ for an event?
After
the US, I’ll be off to India to meet my group for the Wander across India tour
in October. Is that travel? Some might think it’s ‘work’ since I’m leading the
group around and not ‘traveling’ as they see it.
From
India, I’ll head back to the US to visit my family for a couple of weeks.
Again, is that heading ‘home’ or traveling? And after that trip, I’m quite
certain I’ll plop down somewhere overseas for a couple of months and not move
around much at all.
What
is travel?
According to the Oxford Dictionary, the definition of travel is: to
make a journey, typically of some length.
Some
might agree with the simplicity of that definition, others might feel some
extra clarification is needed. Either way, I think that definition is vague for
a reason. Travel certainly means something different to everyone and whatever
it may mean to you, that’s what it means. There is no right answer and
naturally, there is no wrong.
Some
might think you have to leave your own country to travel or you must be away
for a certain period of time. Do you have to be visiting a place for pleasure
or can it be for other reasons, such as visiting family or friends or to
conduct some business? What if you take a cruise, are you traveling? What if
you move overseas or live in one place for six months? What if you go abroad
just to work, such as teaching English in a small town in Turkey or working for
an international company in Singapore?
While
out on that balcony yesterday, right about the time I finished a tall glass of
beer, I realized that my own definition of travel is also quite simple.
To
me, traveling is just going somewhere, anywhere, whether familiar or new. It
doesn’t matter if it’s the next town over, a new country or a continent on the
other side of the world. And I personally don’t think it matters if you’re gone
for one day or one year or one decade. As long as you have even the slightest
interest in the destination you’re visiting, and you’re open to learning about
the places you visit and about yourself in the process, I think you’re
traveling. It encompasses a great range of experiences, I know, but I
personally don’t think the word ‘travel’ warrants a more complicated description.
And
now, out of sheer curiosity, I’d be interested to know what travel means to
many of you, to read your definitions in their infinite forms, based on your
own individual ideas and experiences.