Once it would take forty-five days to travel 1000 miles. By foot.
Now it takes about 16 hours. In a car.
Or 2 and 1/2 hours. Via plane.
I wonder what we've lost in experience when we gained the extra time.
That whole "getting there is half the fun" thing... Are we missing out on half the fun?
Not that I think walking for days and days would be a total picnic. I just wonder what sort of bonding experience it would be with the comrades of the journey.
I'm sort-of glad that we can't afford to fly anywhere. My husband and I have the best conversations when we drive. We sing far too loudly. We eat all the junk we usually avoid. And when we arrive at our destination I love him more for every hour we spent.
Anyway, just a thought.
xoxo, Megan Marie
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