About the Blog
About the Blog:
Hello and welcome to Peter Panning! This is my travel blog that I plan share with anyone interested in reading about my travels. I will also provide as much useful information as I can from my lessons learned while traveling and backpacking this coming year. Traveling is a passion of mine and I hope to that this blog will both educate and inspire others to travel as often as they can.
What is Peter Panning?
“I’ll teach you how to jump on the wind’s back, and away we go.”
-Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
During a late dinner one night, a friend and I were discussing certain personality traits of people who often have a passion to travel and specifically those who do so frequently or for long periods of time. There are certain adjectives that other people often pin to those who travel often. Some are positive: open-minded, adventurous, curious, and even romantic at times.
But other associated traits make us sound rather capricious or irresponsible; we are perpetually “restive” types who tend to be “flighty” and “quixotic.”
Furthermore, this ardent interest and hobby of ours is often referred to using terms and phrases such as “wanderlust” or “itchy feet.” It’s as though we are suffering from a malady; an illness of wonder and movement that is a result from a constant or repetitive need to escape from our own lives.
But is it a really an illness? Many, if not all, would vehemently disagree. It may allow to escape from our own lives, but only to delve into the lives of others that we have yet to meet. We enjoy travel because it allows us to continually fill our moments with new wonders, and curiosities that we personally and intimately discover throughout the world—and for this reason it shouldn’t be termed in any phrase that implies or insinuates it as an illness—but that’s another argument to have another day. The phrases have been coined and there’s no overturning or negating them.
But what about the cure? Society seems to have named and interpolated the malady, so where is the term for our attempts to subdue or relieve our wanderlust?
When we travel, everything is new. We are novices to whatever culture and hegemony we have intruded upon. For us, as tourists and strangers, everything is new and full of wonder. Things become re-discovered. And from this perpetual mode of discovery, our awe at life is constantly refueled. We feel even more venturesome as we move, so we continue to romp from place to place, much like children skipping from one intention to the next as they discover new people, places, words, and ideas.
At the end of dinner, my friend and I decided that whatever the various reasons are, in regards to traveling, we can all we agree on certain things: it makes us feel happier, younger, and most importantly, it helps us (at least temporarily) forget and throw-away our dulling, daily routines. We don’t need to get to work, school, or home by a certain hour; instead, we get to wander, explore, and be curious. For a brief time, we get to pause or post-pone growing-up or being a grown-up.
When we travel, we are curious, and we are brave. We skip across from one destination to another, heavy only from the burdens of new friends, stories, and memories. We are playing and we are exploring and we are discovering.
We are Peter Panning.