humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
My Friend from Tanzania
I was so excited today to make it to my destination. I was driving to the city for the third time in 3 days, trying to learn what I was going to do about the weather. We always try to get there on time, so that is why the lines were so long: it was rush hour traffic! We were feeling so sorry because of the loss of my cousin. We had to bring his mother with us, which was funny.
By Fatou Ndoye7 years ago in Wander
The Importance of Travel
Throughout my childhood, I dreamed of seeing the world. I never knew how much I was going to love it. For years, I begged and pleaded for my parents to take me on a trip out of the country, and in June 2017, I finally got to go to London. I was so excited to go on this trip with my school’s drama club. This trip started my love for traveling. I thought one of the best parts of the trip was actually traveling with a group of people who had the same interests as me and who I could bond with and learn from while abroad. It was such a unique experience.
By Drew Johnston7 years ago in Wander
Feeling Guilty for Traveling
We're all built differently, but the fantasy of traveling around the world is in many of us. Not all of us want to be culture shocked, or go to completely foreign lands. We all have different perspectives when traveling. Here, I'll be speaking on my own perspectives.
By Brian Anonymous7 years ago in Wander
Simple Living
Three years ago I wandered into one of many of life's crossroads. My roommate and I had to leave the apartment in which we had been living. We are both in our sixties, and it was an alright place for us to be. Granted, it was a basement apartment and the mold situation had made both of us sick on occasion. But, the landlord had finally installed a dehumidifier and that seemed to take care of the problem.
By Linda Paul7 years ago in Wander
Coming Home
Leaving your country for the first time might be one of the hardest things you have ever done. Scratch that. Every time you leave is hard. You go away for some long term travel, for a gap year, to work. You begin your adventure, your terrifying and exciting journey, in the first weeks, even months of a new start, in a new place, alone. Everything is new, odd, weird, fantastic. As soon as you step out of the airport, it's like the air smells different, the sun is not the same, and the possibilities are infinite.
By Ana Rodrigues7 years ago in Wander
Mountains, Beach, or Moon
I was thinking about what I should write about. I thought about answering a question. I looked up online and found this question. Thought it would be cool to answer. Would you rather live in the mountains, on the beach, or on the moon? Why? That's a good question.
By Jade Renteria7 years ago in Wander
A Heart in Ruin. Top Story - April 2019.
“Walking at random through the streets, we came by chance upon the Cathedral of Notre Dame. I shall long remember my first impression of the scene within. The lofty gothic ceiling arched far above my head,, and through the stained windows the light came, but dimly–it was all still, solemn and religious.”
By The Rumble Online7 years ago in Wander
Don't Forget About Pensacola Beach
Don't Forget About Pensacola Beach Schools of small fish pluck barnacles from the post of the dock, while big fish scurry below. Scraps of grass float in from the other end of the bay, taking with them tiny crustaceans. The waves are gentle, and the tide is high. The salty water feels cool on my dirty feet. In the distance, I see a few paddle boarders paddling above the sandbar in the middle of the bay. A fish breeches the surface, gobbling up plankton on the way up. In the far distance, a boat named "Southern Charm" heads towards the canal, its inhabitants eager for the space to pick up speed. Buoys bob, informing boaters that a sandbar is aflutter with string rays dwelling beneath. On the other side of the bay, restaurants, bars and hotels inhabit the horizon.
By Layne Radlauer7 years ago in Wander
