Persistent traveler Karol (pronounced like Carl) Gajda reminds me why I subscribe to his blog, Ridiculously Extraordinary, in a new post titled “On Travel Snobbery“. I think there’s a lot of implicit travel snobbery in our culture, especially among the more upper- of the upper-middle class. Some of my friends grew up being shuttled around the world every summer with their family. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s motivated by a belief that experiencing diverse cultures richens one’s perspective. But while Karol loves to travel and does so more than most (and more authentically than most) he recognizes that there are legitimate reasons not to:
Itâ€™s not about how much you spend, or even where you go, itâ€™s about getting out there and doing things you enjoy doing with people you love and people you just met.
Nobody can take that away from you no matter how many languages they speak, how many stamps in their passports, or how many frequent flier miles they accumulate.
Not Enjoying Travel Is A Valid Excuse
Some people just donâ€™t like to travel. That doesnâ€™t mean they lack culture or arenâ€™t interested in other people. It just means they donâ€™t like to travel. Nothing more, nothing less.
I’m in the midst of quite a spat of traveling right now, but I’m not doing it because I inherently enjoy traveling. I much prefer having a regular routine that allows me to have fun with friends (new and old) and stretch my mind in a comfortable home. I’m on this trip because I wanted to see these other parts of the country to which I hadn’t been before, and this was a good window of time. I’m excited to see friends in their home environments and to see friends who I don’t see much. And traveling in this fashion encourages spontaneity, which is something I value.
So, while people who buy in to travel snobbery might think that my adventure is as much a recipe for goodness as any trip is, the reasons I enjoy it are much subtler than that blanket assumption.