Sunday, July 14, 2013

“The World is a Book and Those Who Do Not Travel Read Only One Page.” -Augustine of Hippo

       In the old days, if a family was wealthy, its sons would be sent on a tour to transform them into sophisticated and cultured gentlemen.  This "Grand Tour" was popular mostly from the mid 1600s to the 1840s, until the advent of the train.  The purpose of  a trip like that was for recreation, education, and perspective.  Not to mention that many young men stopped in Venice, a city famed at the time for its art as well as discreet courtesans of exceeding beauty and refinement.  
       Personally, I think it's a stinking shame that we don't do that anymore.  And I think it's an even bigger, even stinkier shame that no one seems to "beweep their outcast state" (Shakespeare anyone?).  
      What really irritates me( even though it's not my buisness to care) is when some people act superior when I bring this sort of thing up, seeing as they've been places I haven't.  That in itself is mostly okay, because if our places were switched, I'd probably be gloating too.  But what isn't okay is when I ask for stories of Paris, or Budapest, or Prague, or Seoul, and they have nothing meaningful to say.  Oh, sure, they'll mention their surprise at finding a McDonald's so far away from home, or that the shopping was great.  Yeah, the Eiffel Tower's huge.  Looks nice at night.  Really? Come on...
      I said in an earlier post that schools and parents should emphasize the importance of learning world history in addition to the history of whatever country you're from.  I also mentioned the value of art, all kinds of art.  Because without such knowledge, it isn't hard to see how people might be satisfied with the occasional  watered down visit peppered with tourist traps.  How can  anyone appreciate beauty until they've seen the Slovenian Alps in autumn? What is the grandeur of anything compared to that of the Roman Colosseum, collapsing beneath Time?  As an American born to Chinese immigrants, visiting China breaks my heart, and to see the polarization between the well-off (not necessarily rich, only financially comfortable) and the impoverished is shocking.  A person cannot  hope to live a full and cultured life without being tested by  poverty, corruption, beauty, and history.  
      
Farmhouse at the foot of the Carpathian Mountains, Romania


Johannesburg, South Africa
Abruzzi, Italy
Russian State Library in Moscow, Russia

      
Stupidity is not a sin, but ignorance ought to be.  Thanks for reading,

~Cynthia~

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