Traveling is always a stark reminder of the haves and haves nots. I remember my first time in Italy seeing the poverty in the countryside juxtaposed with the gold-leafed art in the churches around the country - all which required some form of entry fee. Do we just look at take photos and mutter, oh my what a shame? Or do we try to do something...is it enough to just buy the trinkets they sell as their main income source? My partner grew up in poverty, and it is always a source of rich conversation on how those in poverty think and feel and what they need, vs what we think they need. Will be interesting to come along on your journey.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment, Sue. I'm grateful that travel continues to open my eyes and prompts me to think deeper about the world we live in. I don't always like what I see in myself, but it's all part of the journey.
Traveling is always a stark reminder of the haves and haves nots. I remember my first time in Italy seeing the poverty in the countryside juxtaposed with the gold-leafed art in the churches around the country - all which required some form of entry fee. Do we just look at take photos and mutter, oh my what a shame? Or do we try to do something...is it enough to just buy the trinkets they sell as their main income source? My partner grew up in poverty, and it is always a source of rich conversation on how those in poverty think and feel and what they need, vs what we think they need. Will be interesting to come along on your journey.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment, Sue. I'm grateful that travel continues to open my eyes and prompts me to think deeper about the world we live in. I don't always like what I see in myself, but it's all part of the journey.