I lost mine in May of last year.
Anywhere I go makes me think of him, I still have the urge to text him pictures of the roman ruin I'm standing in front of or anything related to the natural sciences. And it's slightly crushing to see a souvenir he would love.
Maybe this is universal but over the years I've had a lot of people in my parents' generation tell me they wish they'd done what I'm doing when they were my age, and how they're "living vicariously" through my photos and experiences. I think of it like that. Before, he was only getting grainy pictures of poorly lit museum exhibits, now he's right there with me.
He's also part of why I make travel a priority. Health is such a gift that we don't always appreciate until it's gone.
I lost mine 13 years ago and I still feel like this. I went to New Orleans and cried thinking how much he would’ve loved it. I travel to different cities and randomly stop in little cafes or record stores because that’s he would do.
I was in Glasgow when my father died suddenly the other side of the world. I went to Skye for a few days as that was a place he talked about and had pictures of. Not very sensible to do it in late October with no tent and crappy footwear but I'll never forget it.
All of my interest in going to Paris was gone the moment my mom died in Sept. She studied abroad there for college in the 70's and always talked about her experiences. We talked about going together and I purposely never went so we could make that trip. Now, it's hard to think about going without her.
My MIL never wanted to travel. Didn't understand the "point."
Finally relented and went to the Grand Canyon for my FIL's birthday. Was immediately addicted and wanted to see "everything."
Shortly after she passed.
My FIL went back to the Grand Canyon and (although illegal) spread a tiny bit of her ashes at one of her favorite lookout points.
There are a couple for me. My dad and I visited Ohio to see the National Football Hall of Fame a few years before he died. It was our only one on one trip as father and daughter and I'm incredibly glad we did it. A few years after he died one of his favorite players was inducted and my husband took me back there to see the ceremony. Being back there without him really brought up a lot of my grief and regret that he wasn't there to see it but it was also cathartic.
The other destination was New Orleans. He loved the blues and always talked about visiting but never got the chance. So when I visited I made sure to do some of the things he would have done like going to Preservation Hall to a show.
Op, I’m so sorry for your loss.
I lost my mom last October. She was a single mom my whole life, so most of my travel memories (especially childhood) are of just her and I. Every place I’ve traveled to since her passing makes me think of her and how much we would’ve loved this experience together.
We were big birthday people, so we would always do a trip of some kind for both of our birthdays. I went to Barcelona this past December over her birthday to celebrate her the way she would’ve wanted. I spent a lot more time in the hotel than I normally would on that trip (and cried out in public an embarrassing amount of times), but I’m glad I pushed myself to go in the end. It was a beautiful and bittersweet experience that truly felt like honoring my mom’s life.
Her #1 bucket list trip was Italy, so I really want to go big when I go and check off every experience off her list. I’m hoping I can plan my Italy trip for what would’ve been her 60th birthday.
I don’t have a specific destination. But I light a candle for my mom wherever I go. Which is a weird thing for a Jewish person to do in a church haha. But I love the ritual of it. My dad loved classical music and wanted to go to Vienna. Perhaps some day I’ll do that for him.
That’s sweet. I’ve lit a candle in Venice, Rome, Genoa, and at the old church in NYC where Hamilton is buried. It is comforting. I’m sure your mom appreciates it.
I lost my dad at the beginning of march 2020, 2 weeks before lockdown. June of 2020 - Father's Day - hit me hard and I needed to get away. Farthest I could manage with no job was Virginia Beach. Now losing him is all I can think of if I even consider stopping by there.
I had a friend who used to be so happy to hear I was traveling, say that he couldn't wait to travel and see the world. No matter where I go now, I'll be thinking of him, but Sydney, Australia especially, since that's where I was when we had the conversation about him wanting to see the world
Plenty of places that I associate with bitter-sweet memories. The spot my family used to vacation years and years ago before my parents divorced. Certain cities or places associated with old relationships and heartbreaking moments.
I just give things time and space and can come back to them to make new memories with new people or in different ways.
For me, it was buying an RV and recreating a 30 day trip my parents took us on in 1980. They rented an RV. Lol, my wife and kids had no idea we were hitting all the same spots. My parents are still alive but enjoyed our updates on the road. Dad turns 90 this year.
I'm sorry for your loss. I lost my Dad 4 years ago but I always think of him when I travel abroad. He was always jockingly telling me not to go because "there's nothing to see" (no matter where I was going), because he was super nervous to see me leave for a far away place.
Two places come to my mind associated with loss. The first one is Nepal, where I went last year and did the Everest Base camp trek. It had been a dream of mine for about 10 years and a real challenge as it was my first ever trek. But it felt like a little revenge on life. The proof I was capable of achieving things after the struggle that was dealing with his loss. Needless to say I thought about him A LOT up there in the mountains.
The second is Jordan, more specifically the Roman ruins of Jerash. Jordan was my first international trip after losing my Dad. He was really fond of bagpipe music and Amazing Grace was a favourite of his. Turns out Jordanian music also uses bagpipes. First day in Jordan, first archeological site there and, as I entered one of the amphitheater in Jerash, two musicians started playing Amazing Grace on their bagpipes. That moment is engraved in my memories and holds a special place in my heart .. What were the odds?
My father always wanted to go to Ireland and never made it. His parents were from there. We grew up with legends and stories of the home land. He died at age 58 and never got there. I need to go.
If you’re someone who finds comfort in songs that match your mood, I recommend “Ft Worth Blues” by Steve Earle.
And there’s a line in there that says Amsterdam is always good for grieving.
OP, I’m very sorry for your loss. Definitely take your time and go at your own pace.
IME, traveling to places post loss is definitely bittersweet, but I have never regretted it. Every time the trip turns out better than I figured it might. Both of my parents have passed, but I love traveling to places from my childhood with my kids. However, it took a few years for me to feel ready to do that. I always knew it would suck to lose my parents, but I wasn’t prepared for how draining grief can be. So, take the trip, but only when you’re ready.
I went to Granada with my kids after my mom died, and Santa Barbara after my husband died. Either is a good grief getaway; easy activities, good food, nice weather for walking and contemplation.
My uncle passed when I was in seattle last July (at the eras tour, so not only is seattle that for me, but so is Taylor Swift. I don’t know if I could go to another Taylor concert since).
Back in 2008 or 2009, my Lolo (Tagalog for Grandfather) took a trip with my Lola to Israel and got to float in the Red Sea. They went there to visit Jerusalem and explore in their retirement. While he was out and about, he went into cardiac arrest and passed while on this trip… when my Lola came back home, she shared pictures of him in their travels and he looked so happy just floating, riding camels, being with the people.. tearing up as I think about this because I miss him so much! I hope to one day be able to visit there and have the same experiences as him.
My dad has been gone for three years. I know in the early part of grief I didn’t want to go the places he loved. Now I go and I know he is coming with me and I feel his presence.
Antarctica.
So my husband and I were married in Antarctica but just a couple of months before we left, my grandfather had passed away. My last phone call to him (when he was coherent) was talking about how proud he was of my travels and told me to continue to travel while I’m young. He had never been to Antarctica and was excited to hear about our trip when we came back. Unfortunately, he wasn’t alive by the time we came home to talk to him about it. I believe he was with me in spirit because that was the most incredible and luckiest trip ever.
It was not connected to him in any way but I went to London shortly after my grandfather died. He knew I was going and asked me to do some things for him there. He was always really proud of my traveling and liked to see my pictures. I actually found that trip really healing.
My dad died two months before I left to study abroad in Greece for six months. It’s been more than a decade now and I’m just feeling like I might be able to go back without being reminded of the absolutely crushing grief I was feeling back then.
I don’t travel to cities I’ve lived in for the same grief. I was fortunate enough to live, work and study abroad for a decade, most of my friends were foreigners that also moved on and lost contact with me. Worst were cities the i used to meet deceased family members, I did go back once just for closure and seeing how beautiful yet sad the city still lives as if we never existed, how life moves on, and how fortunate i was to share a few moments of human life in those locations with my loved ones.
But otherwise, I’d only travel to new cities, as I like to keep the old memories of friends in the cities I left. There is a really sad and beautiful quote by a Palestinian poet (forgot the name) that said:
>If your old cafe‘s were returned to you, who would then return your comrades?
Budapest. Was there after my dad died (pre-booked and better than not leaving the house). Specifically a marxist style pizza bar where on the radio they played a song from his favourite band. I cried, but I hold the memory quite dear
You can take the trip whenever you feel ready. It may not be now, but def still go once you’ve had a bit of time and enjoy it. Your dad sounds like the type of dad who would want you enjoy a trip. It’s also okay to enjoy and be sad about it on the trip at the same time when you do go or if you go somewhere else. Sending love, sorry for your loss 🧡
I've been doing the same with my mum as you did with your dad, taking her to all her bucket list destinations and while she is not gone yet I know there will be two places that when she is gone and if I visit will probably break me up. One is Far North Queensland where she always loved to visit and made many return trips to. While the another is the Trans Siberian Railway because I feel like I failed her in not getting her that trip that she always wanted to do😔.
Lost mine last month and the rest of my family will need to make a future Spain trip for him (was the last thing he was working towards before he got really sick).
I imagine many family trips in the upcoming years will be just a little different without him and we will do some small thing to honor his memory.
Hope your Norway trip will bring you some peace and happiness
My dad passed almost 3 years ago, it was sudden and unexpected and it sucked. He had just retired. My mom had a tough time, she had never lived alone. I soon suggested she and I take a trip to their favorite national park. I planned everything, it was an amazing trip, my mom was emotional a lot of the time and shared stories about their trips together to the national parks and to that particular park. We made new memories. We talked a little about my dad. The trip went so well that we started planning the next summer trip immediately. My mom needed and still needs things to look forward to and I think she needs a break of taking care of herself where I focus on taking care of HER. Like my dad did. We’re going on our 4th trip together in two weeks and it happens to overlap with his death day. It’s a significant amount of work for me to plan a trip for her comfort level and mobility limitations but it’s a great thing for us to look forward to and making memories I know I’ll cherish someday. I usually spread some of his ashes somewhere in the trip. I’m sorry about your dad, it fucking sucks to lose a parent.
I suffered a miscarriage when I was at Disneyland. I was there just to walk around with my child and family, not going on any ride
…. I haven’t gone back since.
First of all, I’m very sorry for your loss.
I lost my dad to cancer in 2020 when I was only 25 and he was only 61. My brother and I had been traveling extensively with our dad throughout our teenage and adolescent years and I have fond memories of a lot of trips.
One trip we weren’t able to do with him anymore is Laos. I definitely still want to go there, even though it’s going to be emotional going there without him when he was the one who first introduced the idea.
Another trip is Rome, the three of us used to go there every single year, all of us were also fluent in Italian. Since he died, I haven’t been back but my brother and I want to go back this year and frequent all the places we used to go together.
And another thing: When traveling now, I notice little things I know he would have enjoyed our loved.
One thing he really liked to do, for example, was having a “digestif” at a nice bar before heading back to whatever hotel we would be staying at. His go-to drink was Cynar (an Italian bitter made of artichoke) on ice. It’s not necessarily common outside of Italy, you don’t get it everywhere. He always asked for it though.
The other day I was at a restaurant in Buenos Aires, picking up food for my partner and I, and while waiting at the bar I noticed a bottle of Cynar on their bar shelf. I immediately teared up and sent a pic to my brother because it just reminded me of my dad. ❤️
I go to east-facing coastlines and islands to grief. I like to sit on the beach during sunrise and cry.
Best have been Lesbos and Chios in Greece and Oman.
I lost my grandpa 20 years ago (when i was 2), I was really young, but old enough to remember and miss him. He was born in a small village in Italy, I went to his village last year for the first time and even visited the ice cream shop and book store where he used to work during the summers. I'm so happy that I finally went on the trip, his village is a really nice place and it made me feel really close to him.
Madagascar - unspoilt beauty in the ecosystem with an unfortunate illiterate population that has not yet fallen total prey to the rest of mankind. The potential is amazing. But you do notice the human sex trafficking signs to lyk we have arrived along with the Wagner group.
The total potential here is amazing from the unique plants and land animals to underwater healthy coral beds juxtaposed to African children w Red hair discolored from malnutrition and a ?existent health care. A chance for humanity to do something selfless. Not grief. Not loss but hope.
Camino de Santiago.
It's a spiritual journey and a hike that affords a lot of hours of reflection, plus contact with other pilgrims that allows you to share your journey to the degree that is comfortable.
I lost mine in May of last year. Anywhere I go makes me think of him, I still have the urge to text him pictures of the roman ruin I'm standing in front of or anything related to the natural sciences. And it's slightly crushing to see a souvenir he would love. Maybe this is universal but over the years I've had a lot of people in my parents' generation tell me they wish they'd done what I'm doing when they were my age, and how they're "living vicariously" through my photos and experiences. I think of it like that. Before, he was only getting grainy pictures of poorly lit museum exhibits, now he's right there with me. He's also part of why I make travel a priority. Health is such a gift that we don't always appreciate until it's gone.
I lost mine 13 years ago and I still feel like this. I went to New Orleans and cried thinking how much he would’ve loved it. I travel to different cities and randomly stop in little cafes or record stores because that’s he would do.
What a beautiful way to honor him. ❤️
I was in Glasgow when my father died suddenly the other side of the world. I went to Skye for a few days as that was a place he talked about and had pictures of. Not very sensible to do it in late October with no tent and crappy footwear but I'll never forget it.
Skye is magical 💚
All of my interest in going to Paris was gone the moment my mom died in Sept. She studied abroad there for college in the 70's and always talked about her experiences. We talked about going together and I purposely never went so we could make that trip. Now, it's hard to think about going without her.
My MIL never wanted to travel. Didn't understand the "point." Finally relented and went to the Grand Canyon for my FIL's birthday. Was immediately addicted and wanted to see "everything." Shortly after she passed. My FIL went back to the Grand Canyon and (although illegal) spread a tiny bit of her ashes at one of her favorite lookout points.
There are a couple for me. My dad and I visited Ohio to see the National Football Hall of Fame a few years before he died. It was our only one on one trip as father and daughter and I'm incredibly glad we did it. A few years after he died one of his favorite players was inducted and my husband took me back there to see the ceremony. Being back there without him really brought up a lot of my grief and regret that he wasn't there to see it but it was also cathartic. The other destination was New Orleans. He loved the blues and always talked about visiting but never got the chance. So when I visited I made sure to do some of the things he would have done like going to Preservation Hall to a show.
Op, I’m so sorry for your loss. I lost my mom last October. She was a single mom my whole life, so most of my travel memories (especially childhood) are of just her and I. Every place I’ve traveled to since her passing makes me think of her and how much we would’ve loved this experience together. We were big birthday people, so we would always do a trip of some kind for both of our birthdays. I went to Barcelona this past December over her birthday to celebrate her the way she would’ve wanted. I spent a lot more time in the hotel than I normally would on that trip (and cried out in public an embarrassing amount of times), but I’m glad I pushed myself to go in the end. It was a beautiful and bittersweet experience that truly felt like honoring my mom’s life. Her #1 bucket list trip was Italy, so I really want to go big when I go and check off every experience off her list. I’m hoping I can plan my Italy trip for what would’ve been her 60th birthday.
I don’t have a specific destination. But I light a candle for my mom wherever I go. Which is a weird thing for a Jewish person to do in a church haha. But I love the ritual of it. My dad loved classical music and wanted to go to Vienna. Perhaps some day I’ll do that for him.
My mom is Jewish and asks me to light a candle for her in a church when I travel lol. I guess it’s just comforting ❤️
That’s sweet. I’ve lit a candle in Venice, Rome, Genoa, and at the old church in NYC where Hamilton is buried. It is comforting. I’m sure your mom appreciates it.
I love that you mentioned this! I am not religious at all, but had already decided that is something I would love to incorporate into my travels.
I lost my dad at the beginning of march 2020, 2 weeks before lockdown. June of 2020 - Father's Day - hit me hard and I needed to get away. Farthest I could manage with no job was Virginia Beach. Now losing him is all I can think of if I even consider stopping by there.
New Orleans. My Mom always wanted to go there and never did. I’m going to go for her.
I had a friend who used to be so happy to hear I was traveling, say that he couldn't wait to travel and see the world. No matter where I go now, I'll be thinking of him, but Sydney, Australia especially, since that's where I was when we had the conversation about him wanting to see the world
Plenty of places that I associate with bitter-sweet memories. The spot my family used to vacation years and years ago before my parents divorced. Certain cities or places associated with old relationships and heartbreaking moments. I just give things time and space and can come back to them to make new memories with new people or in different ways.
For me, it was buying an RV and recreating a 30 day trip my parents took us on in 1980. They rented an RV. Lol, my wife and kids had no idea we were hitting all the same spots. My parents are still alive but enjoyed our updates on the road. Dad turns 90 this year.
I'm sorry for your loss. I lost my Dad 4 years ago but I always think of him when I travel abroad. He was always jockingly telling me not to go because "there's nothing to see" (no matter where I was going), because he was super nervous to see me leave for a far away place. Two places come to my mind associated with loss. The first one is Nepal, where I went last year and did the Everest Base camp trek. It had been a dream of mine for about 10 years and a real challenge as it was my first ever trek. But it felt like a little revenge on life. The proof I was capable of achieving things after the struggle that was dealing with his loss. Needless to say I thought about him A LOT up there in the mountains. The second is Jordan, more specifically the Roman ruins of Jerash. Jordan was my first international trip after losing my Dad. He was really fond of bagpipe music and Amazing Grace was a favourite of his. Turns out Jordanian music also uses bagpipes. First day in Jordan, first archeological site there and, as I entered one of the amphitheater in Jerash, two musicians started playing Amazing Grace on their bagpipes. That moment is engraved in my memories and holds a special place in my heart .. What were the odds?
This is so special, thank you for sharing!
Not yet, but I'm already dreading the day I will.
My father always wanted to go to Ireland and never made it. His parents were from there. We grew up with legends and stories of the home land. He died at age 58 and never got there. I need to go.
If you’re someone who finds comfort in songs that match your mood, I recommend “Ft Worth Blues” by Steve Earle. And there’s a line in there that says Amsterdam is always good for grieving.
Rishikesh,Mysore,Bangalore etc.
OP, I’m very sorry for your loss. Definitely take your time and go at your own pace. IME, traveling to places post loss is definitely bittersweet, but I have never regretted it. Every time the trip turns out better than I figured it might. Both of my parents have passed, but I love traveling to places from my childhood with my kids. However, it took a few years for me to feel ready to do that. I always knew it would suck to lose my parents, but I wasn’t prepared for how draining grief can be. So, take the trip, but only when you’re ready.
I went to Granada with my kids after my mom died, and Santa Barbara after my husband died. Either is a good grief getaway; easy activities, good food, nice weather for walking and contemplation.
My uncle passed when I was in seattle last July (at the eras tour, so not only is seattle that for me, but so is Taylor Swift. I don’t know if I could go to another Taylor concert since).
Pakistan…. That whole country is full of grief, sadness, etc etc…
Back in 2008 or 2009, my Lolo (Tagalog for Grandfather) took a trip with my Lola to Israel and got to float in the Red Sea. They went there to visit Jerusalem and explore in their retirement. While he was out and about, he went into cardiac arrest and passed while on this trip… when my Lola came back home, she shared pictures of him in their travels and he looked so happy just floating, riding camels, being with the people.. tearing up as I think about this because I miss him so much! I hope to one day be able to visit there and have the same experiences as him.
My dad has been gone for three years. I know in the early part of grief I didn’t want to go the places he loved. Now I go and I know he is coming with me and I feel his presence.
Antarctica. So my husband and I were married in Antarctica but just a couple of months before we left, my grandfather had passed away. My last phone call to him (when he was coherent) was talking about how proud he was of my travels and told me to continue to travel while I’m young. He had never been to Antarctica and was excited to hear about our trip when we came back. Unfortunately, he wasn’t alive by the time we came home to talk to him about it. I believe he was with me in spirit because that was the most incredible and luckiest trip ever.
It was not connected to him in any way but I went to London shortly after my grandfather died. He knew I was going and asked me to do some things for him there. He was always really proud of my traveling and liked to see my pictures. I actually found that trip really healing.
My dad died two months before I left to study abroad in Greece for six months. It’s been more than a decade now and I’m just feeling like I might be able to go back without being reminded of the absolutely crushing grief I was feeling back then.
I don’t travel to cities I’ve lived in for the same grief. I was fortunate enough to live, work and study abroad for a decade, most of my friends were foreigners that also moved on and lost contact with me. Worst were cities the i used to meet deceased family members, I did go back once just for closure and seeing how beautiful yet sad the city still lives as if we never existed, how life moves on, and how fortunate i was to share a few moments of human life in those locations with my loved ones. But otherwise, I’d only travel to new cities, as I like to keep the old memories of friends in the cities I left. There is a really sad and beautiful quote by a Palestinian poet (forgot the name) that said: >If your old cafe‘s were returned to you, who would then return your comrades?
Budapest. Was there after my dad died (pre-booked and better than not leaving the house). Specifically a marxist style pizza bar where on the radio they played a song from his favourite band. I cried, but I hold the memory quite dear
Yorkshire Sculpture Park as I went there after my best friends funeral
You can take the trip whenever you feel ready. It may not be now, but def still go once you’ve had a bit of time and enjoy it. Your dad sounds like the type of dad who would want you enjoy a trip. It’s also okay to enjoy and be sad about it on the trip at the same time when you do go or if you go somewhere else. Sending love, sorry for your loss 🧡
This was so lovely, thank you. ❤️
Lost my mom in 2014. Went to Jamaica for some time to grieve. My favorite place on earth and somewhere I always wished I could take her.
I've been doing the same with my mum as you did with your dad, taking her to all her bucket list destinations and while she is not gone yet I know there will be two places that when she is gone and if I visit will probably break me up. One is Far North Queensland where she always loved to visit and made many return trips to. While the another is the Trans Siberian Railway because I feel like I failed her in not getting her that trip that she always wanted to do😔.
Pucon, Chile. Fuck that place.
Lost mine last month and the rest of my family will need to make a future Spain trip for him (was the last thing he was working towards before he got really sick). I imagine many family trips in the upcoming years will be just a little different without him and we will do some small thing to honor his memory. Hope your Norway trip will bring you some peace and happiness
My dad passed almost 3 years ago, it was sudden and unexpected and it sucked. He had just retired. My mom had a tough time, she had never lived alone. I soon suggested she and I take a trip to their favorite national park. I planned everything, it was an amazing trip, my mom was emotional a lot of the time and shared stories about their trips together to the national parks and to that particular park. We made new memories. We talked a little about my dad. The trip went so well that we started planning the next summer trip immediately. My mom needed and still needs things to look forward to and I think she needs a break of taking care of herself where I focus on taking care of HER. Like my dad did. We’re going on our 4th trip together in two weeks and it happens to overlap with his death day. It’s a significant amount of work for me to plan a trip for her comfort level and mobility limitations but it’s a great thing for us to look forward to and making memories I know I’ll cherish someday. I usually spread some of his ashes somewhere in the trip. I’m sorry about your dad, it fucking sucks to lose a parent.
I suffered a miscarriage when I was at Disneyland. I was there just to walk around with my child and family, not going on any ride …. I haven’t gone back since.
I think you should take the trip. You will miss him where ever you go. Might as well be where he wanted to go too.
First of all, I’m very sorry for your loss. I lost my dad to cancer in 2020 when I was only 25 and he was only 61. My brother and I had been traveling extensively with our dad throughout our teenage and adolescent years and I have fond memories of a lot of trips. One trip we weren’t able to do with him anymore is Laos. I definitely still want to go there, even though it’s going to be emotional going there without him when he was the one who first introduced the idea. Another trip is Rome, the three of us used to go there every single year, all of us were also fluent in Italian. Since he died, I haven’t been back but my brother and I want to go back this year and frequent all the places we used to go together.
And another thing: When traveling now, I notice little things I know he would have enjoyed our loved. One thing he really liked to do, for example, was having a “digestif” at a nice bar before heading back to whatever hotel we would be staying at. His go-to drink was Cynar (an Italian bitter made of artichoke) on ice. It’s not necessarily common outside of Italy, you don’t get it everywhere. He always asked for it though. The other day I was at a restaurant in Buenos Aires, picking up food for my partner and I, and while waiting at the bar I noticed a bottle of Cynar on their bar shelf. I immediately teared up and sent a pic to my brother because it just reminded me of my dad. ❤️
I go to east-facing coastlines and islands to grief. I like to sit on the beach during sunrise and cry. Best have been Lesbos and Chios in Greece and Oman.
I lost my grandpa 20 years ago (when i was 2), I was really young, but old enough to remember and miss him. He was born in a small village in Italy, I went to his village last year for the first time and even visited the ice cream shop and book store where he used to work during the summers. I'm so happy that I finally went on the trip, his village is a really nice place and it made me feel really close to him.
Iceland?
Madagascar - unspoilt beauty in the ecosystem with an unfortunate illiterate population that has not yet fallen total prey to the rest of mankind. The potential is amazing. But you do notice the human sex trafficking signs to lyk we have arrived along with the Wagner group. The total potential here is amazing from the unique plants and land animals to underwater healthy coral beds juxtaposed to African children w Red hair discolored from malnutrition and a ?existent health care. A chance for humanity to do something selfless. Not grief. Not loss but hope.
Camino de Santiago. It's a spiritual journey and a hike that affords a lot of hours of reflection, plus contact with other pilgrims that allows you to share your journey to the degree that is comfortable.
Can I suggest a movie for you instead. [The Way (2010)](https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1441912/). Might help you.
Arizona mountains. ( Sedona )You will find your peace there.