Travel

I don't know why but I simply hate the idea of traveling to other places. It isn't the actual doing of the traveling that I don't like, but the idea of it. I have no idea why, because I really don't mind the traveling part. As such I've become a more experienced traveler than I had realized. When I was younger I only assumed that everyone traveled. My father was constantly on planes to new places and being as I lived in Hawaii if I ever wanted to go some where off island I had to take a plane. Hawaii in itself is not the most exciting place to explore if you live there (you can drive around any of the islands in less than a day, just to give you an idea). It wasn't until I was in college that I actually started meeting people who didn't travel. Up until this point nearly everyone I knew had been on a plane, and most likely had been to another country. In college I met people who hadn't been out of their own state. It was something that I just had never thought of - staying in one place. So I find it funny that I don't like the idea of travel, yet it is something that I do quite frequently as my rearing has taught me that traveling is just what you do.
The end of this week I am going to be traveling. I am going to be driving to Arizona to see my mother and brother. I have a number of stops along the way San Francisco, Lone Pine and Las Vegas and on the way back up San Diego, Carlsbad, Anaheim. As well I am going to visit a number of parks: Redwood National Park, Death Valley (wish me luck), Grand Canyon National Park and few others that I am only set to drive through. It should be quite the adventure and I am kind of surprised that I planned it. I'll be gone for two weeks, although I'm not really leaving any responsibility behind other than getting the mail everyday (and I put a stop on it so I'm set). I've been preparing my car for the long haul, it did fine one my trip to Iowa, but you never know what the road has in store for you. Should be a lot of fun.


World Travel

In Brazil they don't speak English.
They speak a version of Portuguese,
it is similar to Spanish.
I don't speak either.
Instead I relied on a friend who spoke
high school Spanish and had a little
Portuguese dictionary with him.

It became a ritual,
short back and forth conversations
of broken language.

I eventually learn a few words,
they are distant memories now.


Copyright 2008 William Curb