The Self-indulgent Sybaritic Reasons
Reason 6: For my senses.
I travel for warmth in the winter, to feel a tropical breeze on my skin, to experience an ocean that is as warm as a bath, to have respite from a long winter and long, cool spring.
I travel for spices, tropical fruit, new tastes I can bring into my own life and those of my family and friends, and bad smells that bring good memories.
I travel for bright colours, the saris of India and the marketplaces of Asia or Marrakech, the sounds of cowbells in Switzerland, the call to prayer in a Muslim country, or the roars of a lion in South Africa.
I travel to wake up, to feel really alive with all my senses and faculties alert and tingling for an adventure, and to know I will never stop experiencing new things.
Reason 7: For escape, rest and relaxation.
It’s true. You really can out-run your troubles. Well, most of them anyway, and for a short period of time. There’s nothing quite like being somewhere completely new or different from your day-to-day life, somewhere that is a long journey that carries you away from your worries – preferably somewhere out of cell-phone range and with no wi-fi! Somewhere that makes you focus on the “here and now” and allows you to forget your worries, forget the chores that await you, forget the acrimonious or difficult relationships at work or in the family, and escape the everyday stresses of life.
In Africa, our short two week holiday was so filled with new sights, sounds and experiences that I instantly forgot everything about life at home. I lived in the moment, and time slowed. I felt rejuvenated, refreshed, and younger.