You know that fantasy, where you win the lottery and you pull up stakes and roam the world?
Would you actually do it? That endless treadmill of planes, hotels and way stations? I often wonder how long people would last?
|Uluru (Ayer's Rock)|
|Somewhere in Montana|
For the most part, humans are creatures of comfort. We like our stuff, we like easy, we like familiar. What does it take to yank someone out of their comfort zone and roam the globe, unhindered by the need for home? (My personal thought is that the earlier you're exposed to travel the more likely you are to have a passion for it.)
|New York City|
|Cabo San Lucas|
|Prince Edward Island|