I’m just back from a couple weeks in LA, hanging with some of my magazine friends. Cruising through Malibu, walks on Santa Monica beach, shopping in Beverly Hills, and lunch on Sunset Blvd.
Ahh, LA, you’ve got it all: a warm breeze, a coastline kissed by waves, fast cars and beautiful girls, and vast stretches of desert just over the next hill. That’s a place I could spend a lot of time in…
But hey, there’s work to do, and I know you folks are itching for more blogs. I’m on it. In the meantime, let’s look at another reader question…
Ben from Venice Beach wants to know: What is the major attraction for you when it comes to travel?
I think it would have to be that burning curiosity. To see things for myself, to catch a glimpse of how people live in strange places, how they see the world, to discover what that splotch on the map really looks and smells like up close. The more obscure the place, the more I seem to be interested in it. Kira Salak put it well when she said: “[I travel] to see what cannot be imagined, to be taken into my dreams.”
Travel is also a sort of compulsion. Whether I like it or not, that urge builds and builds until it’s impossible to resist picking up the pack and starting again. It’s in the blood, I guess.
