By the time I turned eighteen years of age I had traveled through France on my own, and within the next five years I would travel to a dozen more countries. I was exploring the world.
Before the internet became the repository of everything as we know it, traveling overseas took a bit more planning with pad and pen. My absolute companion on every trip was my Lonely Planet guide. I had one for every country I ever set foot in, it was my almanac for everything in that country or city. I survived backpacking through Mexico, Cuba, Peru, Belize, Miami, NYC, Guatemala, Thailand, to name a few, and I always knew where to find the cheapest accommodation and the best street food corners. My books are filled with highlighter pen and stubs collected from buses, trains, and boat rides.
If I wanted to travel abroad now, I would probably do it from the palm of my hand (is there a Lonely Planet app?!). It was more than a book though, to me it was the sense of adventure and exploration. It was exhilarating.
It takes courage to step out into the unknown, leave behind what’s familiar and comfortable. There is no real guide for how to do that.
If you have the means, take the leap.
You are the dreammaker of your own life.
Who is stealing your chance to walk barefoot in the sand?– Jonar C. Nader, “How to Lose Friends and Infuriate People”