I started reading Mary Morris’s book Nothing to Declare: Memoirs of a Woman Traveling Alone while in Argentina last week and thought I’d share an excerpt that I felt spoke to the idea of travel addiction.
On page 22 – 23, Morris describes the fascination travelers have with maps.
“How do you know if you are a traveler? What are the telltale signs? As with most compulsions, such as being a gambler, a kleptomaniac, or a writer, the obvious proof is that you can’t stop. If you are hooked, you are hooked.
One sure sign of travelers is their relationship to maps. I cannot say how much of my life I have spent looking at maps, but there is no map I won’t stare at and study. I love to measure each detail with my thumb, to see how far I have come, how far I’ve yet to go. I love maps the way stamp collectors love stamps. not for their usefulness, but rather for the sheer beauty of the object itself. I love to look at a map, even if it is a map of Mars, and figure out where I am going and how I am going to get there, what route I will take. I imagine what adventure might await me even though I know that the journey is never what we plan for; it’s what happens between the lines…
…I have always instinctively found my way and in this I feel blessed, as if somehow I am intended to be a journeywoman, a wanderer of the planet…”
How do you know if you are a traveler? What are the telltale signs? I challenge you to answer that question.