When traveling, I always like to bring back a little something from the place that I am visiting. Not anything like a magnet or shot glass, but something a little more personal – like a handful of sand, a piece of art by a local artist, or even some cool pictures of the local people. Lately, I have been collecting shells. Yes, you heard it – shells. I know, sounds very ordinary, but hear me out.
My love for travel was sparked by my Mother. Once she retired, she couldn’t seem to sit still. She wanted to see and do it all. While surfing the internet, she would say “Angela, we should go here. It looks pretty.” I would respond back (with a laugh), “Sure Mom. Where ever you take me, I’m going.” Unfortunately, my Mom passed away before realizing all of her travel dreams.
That was 9 years ago. I have since moved my Mom’s shell collection to a vase which I add to every chance I get. My shells, coral and rocks aren’t secluded to the vase. A large shell I found in Tulum sits on a shelf, rocks and coral collected in Puerto Vallarta are in the second sink of my bathroom, and a large rock that my daughter picked up at Magens Bay in St. Thomas serves as a door stop. Each one is a daily reminder of where I’ve been, and why I can never stop exploring.
What are you collecting? Is there a story behind it?