Six months ago, on a windy and frigid Chicago night, I met with a journalist at Tesori, an eatery near the Chicago Symphony Orchestra while on a business trip. After a full day of pitching travel editors story ideas on Kissimmee, Florida, I welcomed her invitation to, not only give my pitch over dinner, but also attend the symphony with her and avoid an evening of solitude in my hotel room.
On this particular evening, a new maestro was to take stage, causing a controversial stir amongst the CSO regulars.
“You can’t choose what music speaks to your heart,” she said. “Some musicians just play in a way that speaks to you.”
“The same is true with conductors,” she added. “Someone could be the most accomplished, technically proficient conductor, but the way they conduct the music may not be as poignant to you as the way someone else does.”
At this moment I wasn’t quite sure if she was still speaking of music or had moved on to philosophizing about life, but regardless of her intent, her words made me reflect on my own dreams of seeing the world.
I wish to live in many places and see as much of the world as possible. While this endeavor may be a little “off beat,” nothing else speaks to me the way the road does. For me life on the road life is a vibrant fortissimo, each crescendo leading to a more glorious fanfare than the last. I fear to not pursue this dream is to settle for a life in muted pianissimo, sluggishly inching along in a predictable, complacent march with variations of yearning eloquence.
And so, months after this Chicago meeting, I have decided to something a little crazy and leave a job I love in public relations to travel the world, my first stop being Spain where I will teach English.
This blog is dedicated to my love of travel and will share with readers the beautiful people and places I encounter on my journey. Keep reading and I hope something in my ramblings will strike a chord with you.