I write about travel because I can’t stop thinking about it. Travel is my joy, my release, my comfort food, my safe place, my passion. It is easier to ask me which countries I don’t want to travel to than which ones I do. Never invite me to travel if you don’t mean it, because I will say yes. I get disproportionately excited about cool travel products and I don’t understand fanny packs. Or socks with sandals.
Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere. —Isabelle Eberhardt