The unintentional movement of the eyes say it all…..the body language is blatantly clear and unless the group is lodged behind a table in a booth, there will often be a subtle, general exodus.
I talk little about travel when I get home.
I don't show my pictures to my friends or regular quilt group. They have continued a life while I was absent and have pressing and meaningful life experiences to discuss.
It's not just travel, but generalities that are left in the suitcase when I get home.
At a recent forum on Teachers, I did try to talk to my Guild about the teaching methods I use overseas, and got re-buffed by an indignant shop owner who had probably had 3 or 4 American Tutors teach in her shop (many years ago).
"I've seen how Americans teach, it's no different to here" most times I just smile and inwardly shake my head in resignation.
I'm sure you have all had similar experiences. the only people you could drag your photo album out to was your 90 year old Aunt Mabel who loved anything you did and would sit patiently glazed as you relate one story after another.
Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind, its a personal journey, in some instances never to be shared.
Some 15 years ago I spent a wonderful lunch with business partner Cynthia who had returned from a trip to Britain. We sat for hours pouring over her photos.
The happiness in her voice as she related the experiences fired my enthusiasm for travel.
Maybe I look at things differently. !!!!!
Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness in the "I've been there" syndrome.
I count myself privileged to travel and work as I do.
I share my experiences in travel through my designs, filming, writing and presentations……the exciting thing, is that I get paid to do so.!!!!!
As for the generalities… sharing my expertise on teaching methods… I have been asked to consider becoming a consultant….!!!!! Yes, that means I get paid to impart knowledge.
It's seems ironic ~ when I offer to do it all for free.!!!!!
The most important trip you may take in life is meeting people halfway. ~Henry Boye