When I traveled for 3 months in Australia, I felt a little guilty. Not about the trip. I was happy to be there. I was in between jobs and paying my own way. I was in my 20s and without any responsibilities. But I knew I should be writing letters home. Descriptive and detailed letters like my mother had written to her mother when she traveled to Europe in 1954.
But it took so much time, and I just didn’t have the patience. It was all I could do to keep a journal and write a postcard now and then, and that was in the days before email and texting.
When my mother traveled throughout Europe in 1954, she wrote 35 letters home in just 3 months. Plus postcards.
Her writing was so detailed and descriptive that her hometown newspaper published excerpts of her letters (after her mother edited them, of course).
I still keep a written journal when I travel, though I usually start out strong and by the end of the trip, I’ve slowed down or even stopped; the details of the last few days left only to memory.
Though I blog about my travels, and document the details with photographs, letter writing is a more intimate mode of expression. There’s a difference in the process as well as the outcome when typing and using a mouse to record travels vs. the hand to pen to paper approach.
When was the last time you wrote a letter to share your travels? Or even kept a journal?
The Tucker ~ Tyler Adventure 