passion for travel

There are certain passions or interests, that bond people. Whether it be friends, companions, or those you choose to share your life with. One such passion (the word ‘interest’ simply does not fit here), is my love for travel.

Some of my dearest friends share this passion, leading us to have collected quite an array of travel stories through the years, which we reminisce and laugh about as often as possible. (Beware those not part of the travel clique!) One such story begins in Amsterdam on the eve of the millenium and ends in a castle in Scotland just last week…

Since my first trip to Poland at the age of 2, before my lips could properly utter sentences in either Polish or English, my eyes became larger and more curious. For this I thank my parents. I became fascinated with foreign tastes and sounds, even those as simple as wild strawberries from my grandmother’s garden, and certain vegetables I still can’t find anywhere else in the world. I began to love the energy of movement, being able to play with time, as you pass from one time zone to another. As a child, and even up until a few years ago, I dared not sleep en route, in order to savour the sacred anticipation prior to arrival or reflection upon departure. Now I am more than happy to sleep and wake up rested. (Older or simply wiser?)

When I first met my Italian, aside from the short and sweet exchange that caused a lengthy conversation to ensue (it wasn’t simply his sexy accent that did the trick), we spoke all about travel. As fate would have it, during my around-the-world trip I had spent a memorable 5 days in the village of his birth, Monterosso, and was very pleased to express my enthusiasm for this ‘paradise found’. This village has since become my second home. It was in fact his sense of adventure, having arrived to NYC for a holiday, that led our paths to cross. It was not yet our time during my stay in Monterosso. Yes, patience is a virtue.

Our most memorable (and first) trip to date was Corsica last June. We explored the southern region of this enchanted island, also known as the Île de Beauté. A perfect mix of natural wilderness in the form of uninhabited beaches and needle-shaped mountains. Most spectacular was Bonifacio with it’s majestic cliffs and old town overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Surely a place in which to lose yourself in a myriad of natural landscapes. The dream of Corsica shall soon continue as we are planning to explore the northern region this summer.

Along with this passion for travel which has surely bonded us, comes our affinity for foreign foods, natural beauty, ancient history (more him) and various forms of art (more me). Am I missing anything?

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7 Comments

  1. Lindsey May 26, 2010

    We’re going to Northern Corsica in June!!! When are you going??

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    • Kasia May 27, 2010

      Wonderful! We are heading to Corsica in early July. We will have to share adventures post-travel!! And I can give you tips on the South 🙂

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  2. Lindsey May 27, 2010

    Please do!

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  3. reader May 28, 2010

    I read back through your travel blog and it’s very inspiring. I too love to travel and have realised there is a very clear distinction between people who do and people who don’t. I find the people who travel the most have an insatiable lust for life, people and new adventures. Luckily, due to internet blogs those people are a lot easier to find.

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    • Kasia May 31, 2010

      I’m glad you enjoyed my blog. Traveling the world for over one year was by far one of the most rewarding and challenging experiences of my life. I agree that the mind of a traveler is unique, open and receptive to discovering the world, as well as the self. (Not always easy) It’s wonderful to know there are so many other travelers out there, may we always continue to follow this passion!

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  4. Andi June 5, 2010

    I am 150% addicted to travel and gravitate towards people who feel the same way!

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