In our house we have a lot of conversations about travel. Mainly because our son is a Senior Conductor on the railway.
He has always loved travelling on trains and planes and, actually, any form of transport.
He loves to find new routes and makes of trains. A fabulous day out is to find a new bit of track that he hasn’t travelled.
When I had him, I had no idea that I would have to become knowledgeable about travelling!
When he was young, he was so easy to please in the holidays. I would say “Where would you like to go today?” and he would reply – “let’s see how many Tube lines we can cover today?” With him, it is all about the journey. It’s so exciting.
He is going off on a 9 day trip to Europe, next week. He will fly to Spain and then take various trains along the coast through France and Italy and ending in Switzerland to fly home. I know he will love it, and this time, he is going to stop at some of the places for at least a day.
Until recently, I only thought about journeys as a way to get somewhere. He has shown me that the journey is just as important as getting to the destination.
It got me thinking – How many times in our lives have we been so set on getting to the destination that we haven’t given ourselves time to enjoy the journey?
And of course, life is a journey.
Do you love travelling, or is it a means to an end? I’d love to know.