“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.” Pascal Mercier, Writer
My brother and his family have lived in Horseshoe Bay in Canada since the late 1980s … and I’ve landed on their doorstep on numerous occasions over the last 30 years. Sometimes I’ve arrived tired and broke – after extended travel in Africa, Europe or South America – or I’ve used Horseshoe Bay as a base to travel further afield in Alaska or the Canadian Rockies. This is my home away from home, a place where I’m always welcome, a place that I often long for, and a place that I love.
“Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.”
Omar Khayyam, Poet
In August, I packed my bags and headed back to Vancouver, Canada. It was three weeks of catching up with my family in Horseshoe Bay, going to the Supernatural convention at the Sheraton Wall Centre, discovering more beautiful sights in and around the city, and hanging out with lots of friends.
It was also a break from practically everything – my work, my editing, my writing, my blog – because I needed to take time out from a difficult and emotional year. The only thing I continued to pursue was my photography, which goes hand-in-hand with travel and is, I guess, my first love. I really can’t stop taking photographs; it’s how I see the world, even when I don’t have my camera.
The great thing about travel – at least for me anyway – is that it never fails to rejuvenate me; to get me loving life again. This happens even when I find the journey challenging – such as my trip to South America three years ago when I experienced culture shock, home-sickness, and suffered from the altitude while hiking the Inca Trail.
I feel so much more alive when I travel.
I live more in the moment when I travel.
Three weeks travelling feels like three months.