Did you ever have a particular view of travel? Something you were so convinced about that turned out to be wrong (or maybe right)?
When I was 5 of 6 years old, I used to insist on bringing a plastic bucket and shovel on airplanes. Bright primary red plastic – the kind of toy you bring to the beach to make sandcastles.
When my mom asked me why I needed to bring these things with me, I told her it was because I wanted to roll down the airplane window and scoop the clouds into my bucket to bring them home with me.
When I finally had the chance to be up close and personal with clouds, to “walk through them” at the top of Dead Woman’s Pass on the Inca Trail in Peru, I was a little disappointed that they were so wispy. Of course, I knew they weren’t solid masses, but if I’m honest, there was still a part of me that hoped I could scoop them up and take them home with me.