A Perfect Day at the Glacier

One of the great things about travel is that you find out how many good, kind people there are.

I don’t know where I am going, but I’m on my way.

As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was about to happen.

Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.

It seems that the more places I see and experience, the bigger I realize the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realize how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn.

The more I traveled, the more I realized that fear makes strangers of people who should be friends.

The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, see them as they are.

Travel is rich with learning opportunities, and the ultimate souvenir is a broader perspective.

Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.

Kilometers are shorter than miles. Save gas and take your next trip in kilometers.

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.

I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.

To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries.

Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life.

I love the feeling of being anonymous in a city I’ve never been before.

Investment in travel is an investment in yourself.

See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream.

One must travel to learn.

Nothing develops intelligence like travel.

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving

Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow- mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”

A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.

It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.

I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost.

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.

Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

…there ain’t no journey what don’t change you some.

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.

Travel brings wisdom only to the wise. It renders the ignorant more ignorant than ever.

Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.
(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)

Every hundred feet the world changes.

Did you ever notice that the first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone?

Men read maps better than women because only men can understand the concept of an inch equaling a hundred miles.

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.”

Most of the time, beauty lies in the simplest of things.

This wasn’t a strange place; it was a new one.

Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone’s home and backyard.

You haven’t really been anywhere until you’ve got back home.

A wise man travels to discover himself.

There is more time than there is expanse of the world and so any voyage at last will end.

Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.

I’m here, and now, so are you.

Quite some years ago, I started traveling the planet. I thought this would teach me something about the world we live in. I was wrong… It taught me something about myself. It changed me. And nothing will ever again be black-and-white again.

A traveller with an open mind grows richer with each journey, with each encounter, with each conversation.

Travel can sometimes push us to lose ourselves and find ourselves at once. The shedding of old prejudices, dead skin, and the opening of one’s eyes is far better than what any mainstream news outlet could ever tell you.

I may be lost, but I’m traveling the right way.

A port arrival makes you feel so free …To realize what it is to be a free man, with a world before him.

If we were meant to stay in one place, we would have roots instead of feet.

Travel with the wit of an adult, and the wonder of a child.

Traveling leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.

It is never too late to take another voyage.

The secret to being a good traveler is liking a place before you get there.

There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.

There are several ways toreact to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina’s first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that you’ve misplaced yourself to change the way you experience the world.

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.

There’s a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we’ve left it.

Travel does not exist without home….If we never return to the place we started, we would just be wandering, lost. Home is a reflecting surface, a place to measure our growth and enrich us after being infused with the outside world.

The wish to travel seems to me characteristically human: the desire to move, to satisfy your curiosity or ease your fears, to change the circumstances of your life, to be a stranger, to make a friend, to experience an exotic landscape, to risk the unknown.

Only it seems to me that once in your life before you die you ought to see a country where they don’t talk in English and don’t even want to.

You can’t understand a city without using its public transportation system.

When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.

Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.

To Travel is to Live.

The most beautiful in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The journey not the arrival matters.

And then there is the most dangerous risk of all — the risk of spending your life not doing what you want Lawrence Block on the bet you can buy yourself the freedom to do it later.

One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.

If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay home.

Travel makes a wise man better but a fool worse.

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.

Our happiest moments as tourists always seem to come when we stumble upon one thing while in pursuit of something else.

Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Take only memories, leave only footprints.

A great way to learn about your country is to leave it.

It is not down in any map; true places never are.

You don’t have to be rich to travel well.

Conventional wisdom tells us… we take our baggage with us. I’m not so sure. Travel, at its best, transforms us in ways that aren’t always apparent until we’re back home. Sometimes we do leave our baggage behind, or, even better, it’s misrouted to Cleveland and is never heard from again.

Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self- determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. Theworld the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and- white.

At its best, travel should challenge our preconceptions and most cherished views, cause us to rethink our assumptions, shake us a bit, make us broader minded and more understanding.

A ship in a harbor is safe, but it not what ships are build for.

Not all those who wander are lost.

It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression, ‘As pretty as an airport.