To travel is to take a journey into one's self...

My earliest memory of traveling as in the definition (to ‚Äãmove¬†or go from one ‚Äãplace¬†to another) happened when I was about three or¬†four years old.¬† The destination was about a mile and a half from our home to a beautiful piece of land where my parents grew crops and raised cattle.¬† My little legs carried me with great enthusiasm down the main community road and the excitement escalated as we climbed down a huge hill, traversing over the rocky terrain and wild bush. With one hand, my father held my hand as he helped me along and with the other hand he used his cutlass to chop the wild branches which seem to thrash before us. I missed several falls but¬†the falls were almost oblivious as I felt completely immersed in a feeling of¬†greatness. Nature grabbed a hold of my heart as we travelled through the wild bush to the flowing river which divided the land.¬† I was mesmerized by the water and the way it streamed¬† peacefully between the rocks, quietly gurgling. The water was as clear as crystal and¬†I could see the fish and crayfish swimming freely in it.¬† On that particular day, I can remember my mom washing clothes in the river and my father doing something in the garden but what I remember most vividly was sitting in the middle of the river on a big stone with my feet dangling in the water and my eyes following as many fish and crayfish as I could.¬† The four year old in me did not have a vocabulary to describe what I can describe today as 'fascination with nature' 'feeling that I was just a little piece of a great magnificent universe' 'lost within myself¬†with wonder and awe'.¬†¬† That evening when we got home, I sat on a small chair in the kitchen, completely tired from the day at the river, but something in me had changed.¬† The world was bigger.¬† There were places to go and things to do.¬† As I watched my mother preparing roti¬†for dinner and my siblings moving back and forth,¬†I¬†felt dizzy -¬†I could not¬†shake off the feeling of¬†the water swirling around me anymore than I could shake off the¬†awakening of my soul to wanting more of the river,¬†more of the ¬†fish, more of the wild bush and rocky terrains... the traveller in me had stirred.     It has been several years since I took a vacation - and I mean just that.¬† I had to look up the meaning of vacation to remind myself what it means and according to the Cambridge dictionary,¬† vacation means¬†‚Äãtime¬†when someone does not go to ‚Äãwork¬†or ‚Äãschool¬†but is ‚Äãfree¬†to do what they ‚Äãwant, such as ‚Äãtravel¬†or ‚Äãrelax.      "

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