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Our Travel Manifesto
It started as a collection of pictures, almost two terabytes worth for two households for the past decade or so. That may be a lot, or not at all, but it was from that collection when we thought, we’ve moved across oceans, across the ends of countries, and in between, life had happened. Perhaps the photos that contain our lives can reside somewhere else other than our hard drives. Perhaps one person out there can stumble upon a photo that will make him take his next adventure.
This is for that one person. It could very well be ourselves. And this is a call to action.
We dream, we get inspired. But our wanderlust stays in our hearts while the inertia from our life’s responsibilities contains our dreams. The hardest part is picking up momentum. But all it takes is a spark. And with that spark, one can get there, wherever ‘there’ is.
In every adventure, there is always some sense of being lost. After all, would it still be an adventure if there is no mystery to anything? We get lost in the moment, in our senses, in the culture, the food, the conversation, sometimes even literally, and that fear we feel at that moment becomes the story that defines the trip, and therefore shaping what we become next.
So that’s our travel philosophy. Life is much different now than when we first started traveling - we have families, we have households to run, even careers to manage and pursue. So for us, this is a promise that amidst all that, we will make every effort to get there, to get lost, and take the next adventure.
My love for travel stemmed from my love of foreign lands, when I was very young and I learned of the greatest literary works ever written. That brought about curiosity of the sort where I opened encyclopedia volumes to learn about history, pre-Wikipedia times, so yes, that curious.
From there came the dream of someday seeing things for myself. It was with my husband, Jesùs, that we made those dreams come true. We were always planning the next trip, and when we had enough money and vacation hours, we took them. On we were, set with one goal: to experience.
In June 2013, my husband suffered from a massive stroke, our lives changed completely. We’re both still recovering, and in this, we’ve learnt that we can somehow adapt our dreams to our disabilities. We’ve clung to our past adventures to inspire us for the next, to continue on with our goal, and experience what we can while we can, albeit, now just with different travel styles. And now, Get There Get Lost is where I express my love for travel writing and photography. So, on we still go.
THAT’S WHY I TRAVEL, BUT HERE’S SOME RANDOMS JUST FOR FUNSIES:
I am perennially torn as I seem to have a scientific brain but a heart for the arts. So, I work for a biotech company but I write, I take pictures, I read, I bake, I garden, I travel, I do crafts, I design, I draw…
I am drawn to beauty and passion. I live, I love yet I think and argue.
I’m poetic and romantic but I get excited with blood and gore.
I dance in my undies and memorize the songs I adore.
I am true Virgo with my endless desire to IKEA-ize the world.
I love coffee, sparkling water and fruity cocktails and I drink everything with a straw. Except champagne, and I will always follow the champagne.
I am a daughter, a sister and a wife. I am a lover, a friend, an enemy, a stranger.
I am a child of God who’s constantly tempted by the allure of worldly things. But my faith will save me.
In my past life, I was Boticelli’s muse while stalking Da Vinci to be his apprentice. In my past past life, I was Cleopatra.
I read a quote when I was in my 20s and it changed my life: Pour bien vivre, bien aimer et laisser dire. To live well, love well and let others say what they please. I've learnt and continue to learn to live by these words, and it has given me such profound freedom.
So these may explain why I see things the way I do, but with all the seriousness of the life I’ve come to have, I’ve learnt to take it all in stride, and find something to smile about. So, on we still are going.
As an avid reader, I am perpetually romanticised by faraway places. Though, I’ve always thought these places - real or fictional - only belonged to my dreams. Becoming a mother at an early age solidified that resolve, what with diapers, schooling and other priorities. And then I realized that experiences can work more magic in a person’s life than material things; I stopped looking at traveling as a luxury, but as an essential, to child rearing.
Travel for a family of four is no joke, especially when it involves flying over oceans. So, we took pleasure in making the most of what’s within our reach - learning about bits of history from neighboring cities, falling in love with the quaint small town charms, occasional road trips to nearby states, and the countless train rides to and within New York City (the subway, itself, is an adventure).
I live in perpetual paradox by seeking grander, bigger things, while appreciating the everyday ones as a gift.