When we moved to France in the spring of 2015, we lived around the corner from Gustave Flaubert’s former home. We walked past it on our way to the park each evening after dinner. As we passed by, I often thought of this humble quote. Even such an influential and perfectionist literary as Flaubert acknowledged this truth about travel.
Travel, no matter where we go, shows us there is more than our singular being in this world. We learn there are alternate methods for performing even the simplest tasks. We gain, at least a small bit, of understanding for other cultures.
This week, I’m in Orlando, Florida, at the BlogHer 17 conference with a few thousand other female content creators (and a few men).
The number of times I’ve been to Orlando must be in the hundreds by now. I’ve been traveling there regularly all my life. Growing up, there were visits to see family and of course, Disney. The Disney trips continued even after I married, and they still do. I even worked in central Florida when the girls were very young, commuting one week per month there and working from our (then) home in South Carolina the rest of the month.
The point is, Orlando is nothing new. It’s like second home. We’ve already been once this year and are heading back in late summer. BUT, even going somewhere we know, somewhere familiar to us, there is much to learn. Continue Reading