Famous Scottish writer, Robert Louis Stevenson, author of Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and other classic novels, once wrote,

 

             "For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.  I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and find the globe granite underfoot, and strewn with cutting flints."

 

             It sounds to me as if Mr Stevenson has the wander-lust, was bitten by the travel bug, as I feel that I have been. It’s interesting, however, that he feels no need to see things, to have a destination, which makes him very different from me. I love the idea of seeing things that are special, whether it’s a natural wonder, or a great cathedral, or the tomb of someone truly admired. For a man of his time (the 19th century), he traveled extensively, finally settling in Samoa. Would that I could see as much of the world as this fellow traveler.