If I ever had to write a love letter to travel, there would be odes to a childhood tradition of brain teaser car games with my mother, glimpses into my hitch-hikes back to boarding school, a harrowing tale of my near death experience on a bus, thrilling recollections of navigating language and cultural barriers in European terminals, and even the evocation of effervescent moods from sublime drives towards some of the most opulent vacation spots around the world.

My love letter would be extensive, subjective, nostalgic, and full of my much indulged childish wonder.

My love letter to travel would be written with a cadence that projects you into a carousel of cherished memories.

Until I resume my travels again – all we have is wanderlust from far-flung adventures in the pages of Conde Nast Traveler, right?!

“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”

Robert Louis Stevenson