My mother has a love/hate relationship with Travel
She hates to fly
She hates strange foods
But even worse, she hates not traveling
Mushing in Alaska
Zip-lining over a jungle
Dancing with Irish Gents
Running across the Scottish countryside
Basking under the Tuscan Sun
Climbing ancient steps in Montenegro
So, to fly...
How does she do it?
Drinks a double in the airport bar
Pulls out the hairs on the arms of whoever sits next to her on the plane
Listens to her jams on her noise cancelling headphones
Writes to hero pilots like Sully who never write back
What does she eat?
McDonald's, they’re worldwide and pretty much tastes the same
Snails or mushy substances? Not for her
Can't pronounce it? Not for her
Big Mac? Yep, that will do
No matter what my mother will or will not do, if it wasn’t for her sitting her ass on a plane, I wouldn’t be writing this, let alone a whole blog about travel
She got me travelling, experiencing, and following my passions
I need to travel or I might die
I need to write or I might die
I need to make sure mother knows where I am in the world, or she might die
So for all the mothers out there, whether it might be traveling, doctoring, teaching, painting, serving, chefing, brewing, engineering, building, and following their dreams whatever they may be, thanks for pushing your kids to do great things by following their passions
Happy Mother’s Day to mine and all the mothers out there!
Need more inspiration to hop a plane, check out Travel+Leisure's 12 Steps to Getting Over Fear of Flying.
In a future post, I'll delve into this fear of flying a little more.
Now Get Lost!