Perhaps I’m a wanderer at heart, although I lived in the Seattle, Washington area for 41 years. Please thank my friends for this Blog, the ones who read snippets on Facebook or those who asked me for advice when planning their next vacation. They were the ones who kept telling me I should write about my travels.
You will find my posts are not typical guidebook accounts, but rather personal observations connecting the dots on a journey through life. A journey full of wonderful detours and a delight in the unexpected.
Posts are not always in chronological order; however, I do try to tag them by location so you can easily be transported to musings on these places. Although there may be highlights from hotels, restaurants, and museums, my focus is on the experience of a place, its history and culture, and especially the remarkable people I’ve met on the journey.
In late October 2019, just before COVID suspended travel around the world, I spent ten days in India on a volunteer trip for literacy with Worldreader.com. Between visiting schools in some of the poorest areas of Delhi and Jaipur, I was able to join a pilgrimage to the Taj Mahal, the world’s most ethereal monument to love . . . and loss.
As I posed for a photo near the reflecting pool, I marveled how I was standing in the exact spot—the one in a rare color picture inside my fourth-grade geography book—the image which had inspired my dreams about traveling the world in a far off “someday” when I was old enough to fly away.
Perhaps this is what travel does — takes us to places we once only imagined, connecting us to others on the journey, and bringing us home again to a better understanding of who we are and our own small place in this beautiful world.
Lisa Scattaregia




Leave a comment