Traveling is increasingly more cumbersome. Airlines don’t feed you — sometimes they don’t even water you! I am back from a trip to Arizona where the meeting with old friends made me think of the journey with delight if I don’t include the airlines part.
Why do we travel? Business, obviously. Pleasure, hopefully. Certainly not for the trip itself (unless it is a luxury cruise).
Arizona has so many landscapes that my head is still spinning between mesas, desert, mountains, and the rest. Hot as a tasty
confection from the oven. Decorated in the beauty of those who came before the current peoples that run the place. Native American echoes fill the subtle backdrop of our appreciation.
So yes, I still travel. And hate the small seats, the small service,
the small minds. But getting there and seeing the windsweep of
life colored in earth tones with vibrant flowers on the prickly pear
cacti. ……that is worth the indignities we must endure.