I think there is a large misnomer, that holding an U.S. Passport is this Giving Tree of freedom to go anywhere in the world without limitations.
Yes, I cannot argue with an honest list of experiences, that outside a few countries, my ability to enter a country of my choosing is as given as the sun rising every day. Shy a small fee, either upon entry or at departure, my U.S. Passport is a guarantee to hearing the “hard plunk” of a fresh ink Tourist Visa stamp in my little blue book.
It is a badge of honor to geographically unstable nomads like myself. Sparkling in the eyes of fellow travelers no different than the medals on the uniform of a five-star general.
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It’s a strange bit this traveling, just to travel, thing.
There’s a moment in The Motorcycle Diaries in which the Bolivian couple, struggling to find work and driven from their homes because of their political beliefs, ask Ernesto why [they] are traveling. The response, “We travel just to travel.” To which the reaction was a bit of shock, a bit of reflection and mostly an inability to understand this desire, craving and frankly, the luxury of being able to travel for no other purpose than to travel.
In many regards I encounter this reaction often. In others, it is a bit of longing to do the same. And to those, whom share this condition, it is a deep connection where words are not needed, it is inherently understood.
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If I were 22 again, I would move overseas. Many might consider moving to California from The Northeast moving to another country, and it was in many regards, a much more relaxed attitude, a vast land for discovery and the logical next destination having spent my final summer break of college exploring every inch of the Intermountain West… the land of basins & ranges.
Since that time, I’ve been fortunate to travel overseas, always trying to spend more time than a week-long whirlwind tour and as quickly as possible getting away from the touristy spots and where I’d run into people just like me or those that have left common decency behind, chasing a “spring break” type experience in an exotic land.
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