• Sandy Reynolds

Prioritize for post-pandemic travel

I hear a lot of people talking about how much they miss travelling. We are accustomed to globe-trotting as a way of life.

I've written before about my love/hate relationship with travel. Before this year officially became the 'year we all stayed home' I had already decided I wanted to travel less frequently and more intentionally. In fact, I had declared 2020 the year of no travel. I have to admit it feels very different making a choice not to travel than it does being told I can't travel. I don't like being told I can't do something.

The photo above was taken in Twillingate, Newfoundland and it was the last trip I made. It's where my dad grew up. He died two years ago, and I went with my sister last September to spread his ashes 'down-home'. 

It was only the second time in my adult life I visited Newfoundland. The first time was with my parents about ten years ago. It was eye-opening. As we drove around the island, my dad shared stories from his childhood. They were glimpses of a life far removed from the childhood I experienced growing up in Toronto. There were stories that would never have been told if we weren't there conjuring up memories. 

While I have great memories of that trip what I cherish most is the appreciation and understanding I gained of my dad and how his childhood shaped him. 

My dad had a strong dislike for anything he felt hinted at pretension. (Or bullshit as he preferred to call it.) My dad was not a people-pleaser. He said what he thought and didn't really care how anyone felt about it. He didn't like to dress up. He wasn't impressed with possessions. He was a practical man who preferred the simple things in life. 

Returning to Newfoundland with him and experiencing the w