One of the answers to that question is that travel changes us for the better. We learn more about the world, understand cultures or environments that differ from our own, and discover personal biases, predilections and fears as well as new joys, passions and people. "Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness," wrote the globetrotting Mark Twain.
There are also hardships to travel -- the degree usually depending on destination, agenda and budget -- but we almost always get more than we put in. Research repeatedly shows that in terms of boosting happiness, your money is better spent on new experiences
than on new things.
The value of travel is one of the big lessons I want to impart to my children. I don't have that many agenda items for the kind of people I'd like them to be when they grow up. Kind. Self-reliant. Funny. Creative. Educated. Appreciative of great story-telling. And lovers of travel.
Travel is -- my wife and I remind our daughters -- an integral part of their origin story. Before getting married we lived overseas and then traveled around the world together, getting engaged in Paris on that trip. And when my older daughter was a toddler, I worked for The New York Times Travel section, and we took her on reporting trips around the United States and to Europe and the Caribbean. She had been to more countries by the age of 3 than I'd been to by 23.
She's now 10, and my younger daughter is 6. And I got it in my head last year that we had eight years until the older one was away in college. Time for family vacations is running out. And now my younger daughter is able to pull her own luggage and retain memories of travel. So my wife and I started mapping out the places we want to travel with them. We told them about our planning, and my younger daughter declared the place she most wanted to go (for reasons that still aren't entirely clear to us): Paris.
We're returning from that trip as I write this, having spent a week in the southeast of France followed by five busy days doing the greatest-family-hits tour of the City of Love. It was our longest family vacation yet, and -- like all travel -- it had its headaches and missteps, but they were eclipsed by the benefits of spending fun, concentrated time sharing experiences, meals and sometimes beds.
I also tried to boost the benefits with a fun game I invented or, rather, dreamed up.
Dream a little dream with me
In the early months of our dating, I had a dream too presumptuous to safely share with someone I wasn't even calling my "girlfriend" yet. In it, we were married, had three teenage daughters and were visiting a foreign city. I explained in the dream that while we were there, we were going to have a scavenger hunt.
But we weren't going to search for objects to buy or attractions to visit. This was a scavenger hunt for emotions and experiences that could be found throughout the city and simply needed to be noticed. They included "happiness," "truth" and "love."