We travel to learn; and I have never been in any country where they did not do something better than we do it, think some thoughts better than we think, catch some inspiration from heights above our own.
You wake up at SeaTac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O’Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, Mountain, Central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
Oh, the things you can find if you don’t stay behind!
Traveling is a return to the essentials.
A traveler must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing.
The pleasure we derive from journeys is perhaps dependent more on the mindset with which we travel than on the destination we travel to.
To travel is to see, to return is to talk.
Rusty Griswold: Who was it that said ‘When in Rome do as the Romans do’?
Clark Griswold: That was Rome, not Paris. This is Paris and you’re drunk.
They say no land remains to be discovered, no continent is left unexplored. But the whole world is out there, waiting, just waiting for me. I want to do things— I want to walk the rain-soaked streets of London, and drink mint tea in Casablanca. I want to wander the wastelands of the Gobi desert and see a yak. I think my life’s ambition is to see a yak. I want to bargain for trinkets in an Arab market in some distant, dusty land. There’s so much. But, most of all, I want to do things that will mean something.
[I] think one travels more usefully when they travel alone, because they reflect more.
The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what’s in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that.
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back?
Travel sharpens the senses. Abroad one feels, sees and hears things in an abnormal way.
There’s nothing American tourists like more than the things they can get at home.