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When people think about traveling the world, images of the Eiffel Tower, Buckingham Palace, the pyramids and the Taj Mahal come to mind. But what about the small villages in the heart of Africa, the quaint little town in the middle of nowhere, the desert oases, or the breathtaking sunsets reflecting off the snowcapped mountains?

To most people, the world is theirs for the taking. They believe that it is meant to be seen. Personally, I believe that the world is meant to be experienced as well as seen. The big, the little, the whole wide world, all of it, ready to be known and explored by all of us. It is more than a planet. The Earth is a gift, a home. And it is ours to protect, to love and to wander.

Traveling, though, is about more than just the outstanding destinations. The journey, too, must be celebrated. Whether by sea, air, land or rail, the journey is half of the escapade. The twisted roads, the gentle swaying of the train cars, the smell of the ocean, the sight out of the airplane windows, it’s all connected. It’s all part of the adventure.

I would prefer to visit places that no one seems to care about. My reasons for wanting to travel are not only about the experience, it is about being able to help others and learning the different cultures.

My dream, however unrealistic it may seem, is to go everywhere and see everything. I want to be able to enjoy God’s creation and share my blessings with the rest of the world, to stare in awe at things I never knew existed. I love the idea of buying handmade items from developing nations, trying foods from all over the world and finding the amazing secrets hidden in every amazing place.