Thankful for the gift of travel

As the season of gratitude arrives, I find myself reflecting on one of life’s greatest blessings — the gift of travel.

Travel isn’t just about seeing new places; it’s about feeling them — the quiet awe of standing before something ancient, the laughter shared over a meal in a language you don’t speak, and the moments of stillness when the world feels vast yet familiar.

Every journey is a reminder of how connected we truly are. The kindness of strangers, the beauty of landscapes that take your breath away, and the simple joy of discovering something new — these are the memories that shape us long after we return home.

I’m thankful for the people I’ve met along the way, for the stories that have expanded my understanding of the world, and for the chance to help others experience that same magic.

Whether it’s a faraway adventure or a weekend getaway, travel reminds us to be present, to appreciate what’s around us, and to celebrate the shared humanity that unites us all.

So this Thanksgiving season — and every season — I’m grateful for the journeys behind me, the ones still to come, and the incredible travelers who allow me to help make their dreams a reality.

Because travel, at its heart, is a celebration of gratitude — for this world, and for the privilege of exploring it.