I love to fly. There is no better "people watching" than in large airports.
In my teenage years, there was little more appealing than going out to Toronto Airport, to watch people from all over the world, re-unite with people they love. I was a cheap date.
The reason I travel is to be with people I love. Having grand children has greatly intensified these experiences.
I have travelled to far off places to visit the unfamiliar, familiar. It was such a thrill to stand in the Scottish Highlands, among the foundations of the crofts from which my family, two hundred years ago, were herded to make way for sheep. Being at home remembering is the best part.
I picked some heather to bring back to a land of maple leaves.
My passport is in the process of being renewed. I want to be ready if I am needed outside our borders, but, I have no wanderlust.
My present joy is getting a taste of far off places from the adventures of far flung travellers. Women, I have known as babies, right now are experiencing places I will never be. A long time friend's daughter will soon be returning with her husband from Singapore, Thailand, Laos, Viet Nam, Cambodia. Another young woman, who has been part of my life since her childhood, will soon be returning to her family from Rwanda.
What a pleasure it is to get a personal peek of "other" from the views on Facebook.
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