I love to travel. Aside from experiencing new cultures, participating in exotic adventures, and seeing breathtaking natural and historical sites, I love the people I meet while traveling. In the past few years, my husband and I have traveled to many different countries.
We’ve hiked the Inca Trail, cycled through the Sacred Valley in Peru, kyacked across Lake Titicaca, and witnessed the wonders of Machu Picchu. We climbed the Mayan pyramids in Belize, ziplined over a tropical forest in Mexico, and watched turtles hatch on a moonlit beach. Cycling through Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Panama was a highlight as we pedaled along dirt paths through verdant tropical jungles below active volcanoes spewing ash and smoke into the air.
Vietnam and Cambodia, with their long history of armed conflicts, were sobering experiences. We’ve visited Buddhist temples in Thailand and saw the famous Golden Buddha. Hiking through the desert in Jordan, we were awed by the striking colors of Wadi Musa and the massive sandstone ruins at Petra. We floated in the Dead Sea and stood in the spot where Jesus was baptized on the banks of the Jordan River. In Argentina and Chile, we hiked past calving glaciers and climbed mountains offering stunning views of glacial lakes and rugged wilderness.
All of these experiences were incredible, but my fondest memories are of the fellow travelers we’ve met along the way. It’s amazing how, after only a few weeks, you get to know people so well, many of whom we still connect with on Facebook.
Some of our best friends are a couple from Edinburgh, Scotland, and a woman from Australia. We met in Peru, and arranged another meeting in Argentina. That worked out so well, we’re getting together in Florida. Another adventure with good friends awaits!