The Travel Spectrum

By Jay Martin  |  Location: United States  |  11/21/07

Travelers come in many different varieties, from the once-in-a-lifetime honeymoon tripper to the vagabond who has spent years on the road.  One thing travelers across this travel spectrum share is the traveling tale.  How you tell your story can reveal a lot about what kind of traveler you are. But perhaps more revelatory is how you listen to the stories of other travelers.

Four years ago I joined the ranks of International Traveler.  I spent four days in London living in a hostel and two weeks in Croatia learning about my ancestors.  When I returned home I was happy find my official World Traveler membership kit waiting in my overstuffed mailbox.  Inside was a membership card that looked like a passport (clever!), a pocket sized photo album capable of holding 14,000 of my favorite travel photos to share with anyone I meet, and a small rucksack to carry my newfound travel elitism.  I could hardly wait to put on my white shortsleeved shirt, black necktie and pants, and go door-to-door and recruit new members. 

Along the way I was greeted with a variety of responses.  Some were interested in hearing my stories and looked at each of my 14,000 photos.  Others seemed to not be interested at all and slammed their front doors in my face.  The worst ones of all were people who had also been on trips, but not trips that I thought were as interesting as mine.  In most cases, they could not stop talking about the Caribbean cruise they took ten years ago or the all-inclusive resort where they were waited on hand-and-foot.  The World Traveler Club surely must not recognize these sorts of trips as membership-eligible, I thought, and returned home to read the Rules and Regulations. 

After a few hours of reading I was dismayed to find nothing disqualifying dime-a-dozen trips from the Club.  I called customer service and was quickly connected with an operator.  

“I want to complain about something in your Rules and Regulations.  I don’t think that a luxury cruise or package vacation at a resort should qualify for membership.” 

“Why not?” she asked. 

“Because it is not real travel.  You aren’t doing anything you couldn’t do in Florida or California.  These people are just lying around and if they are lucky, they disembark the ship a few times to buy souvenirs of the sights they didn’t have time to see.” 

“Did you read your Rules and Regulations?”

“Yes.  I read everything.” 

“Well you must have skipped over the Travel Commandments section.  The last one is:  If thou are a teller of travel stories, thou must listen and feign interest in all travel stories told unto you.” 

I hung up the phone and knew she was right.

 
* * *

 
The next day I left the photo album and the rucksack at home and returned to the house that I had suddenly fled last night.  The same middle-aged woman answered the door.  “Oh, you’re back.  Is everything all right?  You left rather quickly.” 

“Yeah, I apologize for that.  I’m back because you didn’t get to finish your story about your cruise to the Bahamas.” 

“Oh right, so where was I…so then we got all dressed up and had dinner in the banquet hall of the ship, and it was really a great meal, and my husband smiled like I had never seen him smile before.  And after dinner it was time for dancing and karaoke and I sang ‘Love in an Elevator’…” 

I smiled as I stood on the porch.  “Would you say that this cruise changed you as a person?” I asked. 

“I would say so.  Jim and I had never been outside of the country and it was nice to expand our horizons.  Every time we see a hurricane alert I think about the poor people that live on those islands.” 

I listened for awhile longer and thanked her for her story.

 

 

 

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