Date a boy who travels. Date a boy who
treasures experience over toys, a hand-woven bracelet over a Rolex. Date
the boy who scoffs when he hears the words, “vacation”, “all-inclusive”
or “resort”. Date a boy who travels because he’s not blinded by a
single goal but enlivened by many.
You might find him in an airport or at a book store browsing the travel guides – although he “only uses them for reference.”
You’ll know it’s him because when you
peek at his computer screen his background will be a scenic splendor of
rolling hills, mountains or prayer flags. His Facebook friend count will
be over-the-roof and his wall will be plastered with the broken English
‘miss-you’ of friends he met along the way. When he travels he makes
lifelong friends in an hour. And although contact with these friends is
sporadic and may be far-between, his bonds are unmessable and if he
wanted he could couch surf the world… again.
Buy him a beer. Maybe the same brand
that he wears on the singlet under his plaid shirt, unable to truly let
go. Once a traveller gets home people rarely listen to their stories. So
listen to him. Allow him to paint a picture that brings you into his
world. He might talk fast and miss small details because he’s so excited
to be heard. Bask in his enthusiasm. Want it for yourself.
He’ll squeak like an excited toddler
when his latest issue of National Geographic arrives in the mail. Then
he’ll grow quiet, engrossed, until he finishes his analysis of every
photo, every adventure. In his mind he’ll insert himself in these
pictures. He’ll pass the issue on to you and grill you about your dreams
and competitively ask about the craziest thing you’ve ever done. Tell
him. And know that he’ll probably win. And if by chance you win, know
that his next lot in life will be to out do you. But then he’ll say,
“Maybe we can do it together.”
Date the boy who talks of distant places
and whose hands have explored the stone relics of ancient civilizations
and whose mind has imagined those hands carving, chiseling, painting
the wonders of the world. And when he talks, it’s as if he’s reliving it
with you. You can almost hear his heart racing. You can almost feel the
adrenaline ramped up by the moment. You feel it passing through his
synapsis, a feast to his eyes entering through those tiny oracles of
experience that we call pupils, digesting rapidly through his veins,
manifesting into his nervous system, transforming and altering his
worldview like a reverse trauma and finally passing but forever changing
the colors of his sight. (Unless he’s Karl Pilkington.) You will want this too.
Date a boy who’s lived out of a backpack
because he lives happily with less. A boy who’s travelled has seen
poverty and dined with those who live in small shanties with no running
water, and yet welcome strangers with greater hospitality than the rich.
And because he’s seen this, he’s seen how a life without luxury can
mean a life fueled by relationships and family rather than a life that
fuels fancy cars and ego. He’s experienced different ways of being,
respects alternative religions and he looks at the world with the eyes
of a five-year-old, curious and hungry. Your dad will be happy too
because he’s good with money and knows how to budget.
This boy relishes home; the comfort of a
duvet, the safety stirred in a mom-cooked meal, the easy conversation
of childhood friends and the immaculate glory of the flush-toilet.
Although fiercely independent, he has had time to reflect on himself and
his relationships. Despite his wanderlust he knows and appreciates his
ties to home. He has had a chance to miss and be missed. Because of
this, he also knows a thing or two about goodbyes. He knows the
overwhelming uncertainty of leaving the comforts of home, the indefinite
see-you-laters at the departure gates and yet he fearlessly goes into
the unknown because he knows the feeling of return. And that the
I’ve-missed-you-hug is the best type of hug in the whole world. He also
knows that goodbyes are just prolonged see-you-laters and that ‘hello’
is only as far away as the nearest internet cafe.
Don’t hold onto this boy. Let this boy
go and go with him. If you haven’t travelled, he will open your eyes to a
world beyond the news and popular perception. He will open your dreams
to possibility and reality. He will calm your nerves when you’re about
to miss a flight or when your rental blows a flat, because he knows the
journey is the adventure. He will make light of the unsavory noises you
make when you – and you will – get food poisoning. He will make you
laugh through the discomfort all while dabbing your forehead with a cold
cloth and nursing you with bottled water. He will make you feel like
you’re home.
When you see something beautiful he will
hold your hand in silence, in awe the history of where his feet stand
and the fact that you’re with him.
He will live in every moment with you
because this is how he lives his life. He understands that happiness is
no more than a string of moments that displace neutrality and he is
determined to tie as many of these strings together as he can. He also
understands your need to live for yourself and that you have a
bucketlist of your own. Understand his. Understand that your goals may
at some points differ but that independence is the cornerstone of a
healthy relationship when it’s mutually respected. You may lose him for a
bit but he will always come home bearing a new story and a souvenir he
picked up because it reminded him of you, like it was made for you and
because he missed you. You might be compelled to do the same. Make sure
that independence is on your bucketlist and make sure it’s checked.
Independence will keep your relationship fresh and exciting and when
you’re together again it will forge a bond of unbreakable trust.
He’ll propose when you’ve breached your
comfort-zone, whether it be a fear like skydiving or swimming with
sharks or sitting next to the smelly person on an overcrowded bus. It
won’t be with a diamond ring but with a token from a native culture or
inspired by nature, like the penguin and the pebble.
You will get married somewhere
unassumed, surrounded by a select few in a moment constructed to
celebrate venturing into the unknown together again. Marry the boy who’s
travelled and together you will make the whole world your home. Your
honeymoon will not be forgotten to a buffet dinner and all-you-can-drink
beach bars, but will be remembered in the triumphant photographs at the
top of Kilimanjaro and memorialized in the rewarding ache of muscles at
the end of a long days hike.
When you’re ready, you will have
children that have the names of the characters you met on your journeys,
the foreign names of people who dug a special place in your heart if
only for a few days. Perhaps you will live in another country and your
children will learn of language and customs that open their minds from
the very start, leaving no room for prejudice. He will introduce them to
the life of Hemingway, the journey of Santiago, and empower them to
live even bigger than both of you.
Marry a boy who travels and he’ll teach
your children the beauty of a single stone, the history of the Incas and
he will instil in them the bravery of possibility. He will explain to
them that masking opportunity there is fear. He will teach them to
concur it.
And when you’re old, you’ll sit with
your grandchildren pouring over your photo albums and chest of worldly
treasures while they too insert themselves into your photographs,
sparked by the beauty of the world and inspired by your life in it.
Find a boy who travels because you
deserve a life of adventure and possibility. You deserve to live light
and embrace simplicity. You deserve to look at life through the eyes of
youth and with your arms wide open. Because this is where you will find
joy. And better, you will find joy together. And if you can’t find him,
travel. Go. Embrace it. Explore the world for yourself because dreams
are the stuff reality is made from.
Fonte: http://wherearemyheels.com/2012/05/12/date-a-boy-whos-travelled/
Em português: http://vagabundoprofissional.com/2013/05/20/namore-com-um-cara-que-viaje/
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