“(tourists)They change their climate, not their soul, who rush across the sea.” –Horace, a Latin lyric poet
The dictionary has a very unimaginative description of what a Traveller really is. For example, my WordWeb dictionary simply states that a Traveller is “A person who changes location.” How bland! Of course, some people–simple tourists–are quite content to just work their way from tourist spot to tourist spot, snapping tons of (now in digital format) unprofessional pictures of everything in sight, then come home and bore all their friends who can be captured to listen to the grand places that they visited and the good time they had.
But, in my opinion, that definition applies only to a plain, ordinary tourist, not of a Traveller! Sure, a traveller, like a tourist, loves to roam and visit different places, but that’s where the similarity ends. A traveller searches out and tunes to the soul of the area that caused him stop at that location in the first place: why is this place as it is? Did some ancient, cold, forbidding glacier direct the present course of this river, and are the glacier’s patterned footprints still visible? Then, in a different location, a Traveller might stop and ponder: did a now long forgotten tribe build this shrine to an omnipotent god who, in time, subjected these worshipers to a plague or drought–his way of calling the worshipers home to his bosom where he could love them better?
Therefore, I beseech you, dear tourist. Become a Traveller and let your soul attune to the indelible whispers etched into the places that you visit–invisible and inaudible to the bland, commercial tourist that visits today and is gone and forgotten tomorrow. You may not have as many pictures to brag about when you get home, but your soul will have snapped, and preserved for your quiet moments, God’s eternal expressions!