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Why Travel?

1/5/2017

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Somebody asked me the other day why I keep going to Italy. Why my home and husband and life here aren’t enough. This question at first made me defensive – there’s an implied judgement after all. Or, two. First, that I spend time in Italy to make up for some kind of lack, and second, that my life here should be enough to fulfill me. 
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After my initial reaction, though, I realized that while the tone of the question wasn’t to my liking, the underlying assumptions were, in part, true. I do in fact travel to Italy to fill spaces that my amazing life here in the States does not fill, and while many would call it a lack of gratitude or humility, or that I need to get a grip on reality, the fact is that in order to be whole I need what Italy is and offers. And I’m not ashamed of that, or embarrassed by it, nor do I feel it’s something that detracts from what I have at home. Let me see if I can explain it.
 
I’ve always been restless. From the time I ran away from my mother in the department store and was five aisles away before she found me, to the explorations of the forest surrounding my house when I was 7, 8, and 9 that landed me a number of times in bedroom-jail for not being home by dark, to the number times I ran away from home at ages 15, 17, and finally 18 for good… and my realization at about age 15 that settling down on any level wasn’t going to be easy, if possible at all, I’ve known that finding one thing, place, person, or life that would keep me happy was going to be impossible.
 
So I adapted. I started traveling, and I found that the farther from home I went and the more I experienced, the more beauty I surrounded myself with, and the more smells and textures and tastes and sensations I indulged in, the happier I became.
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Being in an unfamiliar city, or in a country like Italy that is filled to the brim with stimuli on every level, allows me to immerse myself totally in ways that just don’t happen where the spaces and people are familiar. Though it’s true that at home the sights can be immense and the skies limitless, the tastes can be hot and the wine rich and silky against my tongue, the familiarity here gives pleasure a softer impact. And while others are content with softness and with ease, I am not, and soon it will be time to pack my suitcase and leave again for the next red and gold sunset, the next 2000-year old ruin or stone terrace or clatter of coffee cups.
 
Because it is true, what the above question implied: traveling, especially to Italy but really anywhere, fills the spaces that are left empty even in the moments I am feeling closest to another person. Even in the moments I am wrapped in warm blankets on the couch at home, dogs and husband close by. Even in the moments I am surrounded by friends and family. In those moments, I am still always yearning for more.
 
Because when I am surrounded by voices that speak a language I barely understand, when the sun heats my body from a different angle, when I take my first sip of wine at the restaurant with a view, when my terrace overlooking the valley all the way to Assisi spreads out below me and the sound of dogs barking drifts up from an unseen farm, when the sun sets behind the hills and lights everything on fire and I stand on that edge… in those moments I am whole.
 

It is in traveling that I have learned how to stay in one place.
5 Comments
Maureen Di Domenico
1/5/2017 12:30:29 pm

Several years ago I took a travel writing course from you. It didn't result it my becoming a published author but it encouraged me to continue writing, mostly memoirs in a class that has become a room full of friends sharing stories. When my husband and I returned from our eleventh trip to Italy (we have visited every province except Sardinia and San Marino), I returned to the class with the question, "What is the magnet that draws me back to Italy?" I wrote six pieces for that six-week session and still I had no real answers. Your piece is beautiful and says it all. Thank you.

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Teresa
1/5/2017 01:42:11 pm

Hi Maureen,
I'm so glad the class was helpful and kept you writing!
Yes, Italy is just like a magnet, isn't it? The more I write about it, the more I've begun to believe that draw is about something in us that responds to the place more than the place itself. And we keep going. :-)
Thank you for your kind message!
Teresa

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South Carolina Gang link
1/28/2021 07:12:20 pm

Great post thankyouu

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Teresa link
1/28/2021 11:16:04 pm

Thanks!
I'm glad you liked it.
Travel is certainly more fraught these days, but I am ever hopeful that we'll be back to it soon. New experiences are calling!

Stay safe,

Teresa

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7/23/2022 11:21:38 pm

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    I've been writing since I was 8 years old, traveling since I was 18, and teaching since age 30. 
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