The best souvenir I brought home from Oaxaca


The best souvenir I brought home from Oaxaca wasn't something I bought.

It didn't come from a market stall or fit in my suitcase.

In fact, you can't hang it on a wall or put it on a shelf.

The real souvenir I brought home was the habit of paying closer attention.

Travel has a funny way of making me notice things I'd otherwise miss: the way bougainvilleas pour over the tops of terracotta walls, the sounds of geckos chirping when darkness falls, the feel of time-worn cobblestone under sandaled feet.

When I'm somewhere new, my curiosity is amplified.

But I've realized I don't have to be thousands of miles from home to practice being more observant.

All it takes is paying closer attention to the places I already know, or seeking out new corners of my local stomping grounds.

The same curiosity that enriches our travels makes us better storytellers.

Give your curiosity more places to go.

Get out into the world more often.

Pay closer attention.

Ask one more question.

Take the longer route.

Notice the small things everyone else walks past.

The best souvenirs don’t always come from the gift shop, and the best stories don’t always require a passport.

Erin


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