After a death in the family, revisiting the past becomes a comforting pastime. Going through my sister's files, I came across several travel journals our mother had written. Her words echoed in my heart as I relived her experiences through her words. I am convinced I inherited her travel gene.
The most common questions I am asked are, “Aren’t you afraid to travel alone? What if you break down?” Compared to 1944 setting out as a solo traveler is not so risky today.
For me, the lesson hidden in my dear mother’s three page journal is not, “What if something happens,” but instead it is, “Do I have the courage to take that unknown risk anyway?” and “Will I be able to find the fortitude to face whatever happens?”