When I tell people that I want to become a translator in order to traipse isolated mountain regions, wander through jungles, and work with indigenous groups, they assume I must have some experience traveling internationally.
I live in the U.S. I’ve been to Canada before, but only because it was the quickest way to drive to Michigan. Other than that I have never crossed the border.
Every time my church has had a mission trip my family has conjured some reason to keep me safe at home:
“Mexico is full of drugs.”
“You have never been on a plane.”
“Your father gets sick on planes.”
“Putin is taking over Ukraine; there is no way you are going anywhere near that place!”
The closest I have been to living in another culture is working at McDonald’s.
Meanwhile, I have witnessed enviously my friends’ departure to Morelia and heard all about the girl who has gone off to Ethiopia. It pains me to listen to anyone describe the trip he or she has taken to Italy because when they begin complain about the terrible bathrooms I want to say, “But the culture, the history, the language! Who cares how awful the bathrooms were when your feet were able to amble the streets of Venezia!”
Is there anybody else who wants to travel but has not yet been able? Please tell me I am not the only one 😀