I don’t know why, but I really like this photo.
Actually, I do know why. It’s because just outside of the frame, was our hotel. The first hotel of three on our trip to Hawaii. So this photo reminds me of the first leg of journey. Which is always the best.
The beginning of the trip, when you feel so elated, so happy and hopeful. That feeling must be similar to having just dodged a bullet. It’s the feeling of having pulled it off, a successful escape, with only good things to look forward to.
I read or saw somewhere, can’t remember where* that one reason why people get kicks out of traveling is exactly that: the feeling of having escaped. You’ve broken out of your routine, fulfilled your dream of leaving your job (even if it’s just for a vacation) and that’s euphoric. It’s the modern human’s version of leaving a hunting area far from the home cave just before the big storms begin. Leave while you still can.
The term escapism carries a negative connotation. When I was at the peak of my busy traveling years, moving from Montpellier to Rimini, a stint in Paris, then Crete to Paris, Nice and Paris again, some people at home used to ask me what I was trying to run from. Like traveling the world was negative and I was obviously just trying to avoid thinking of my life’s troubles.
For me, it was never that. It was always positive escapism, so innocent and rosy-eyed. The euphoric kind.
Other travelers will understand.
(*if it was your blog, please tell me and I’ll credit you!)