“Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonnie and blithe and good and gay.”
“Monday’s Child,” is an English nursery rhyme first published in 1838. Children learned the days of the week by memorizing the poem. As a child born on a Thursday, I’ve always taken to heart that I’m fated to travel far. Some of my earliest childhood memories recall cross-country trips aboard Greyhounds, sitting atop suitcases waiting for my grandma to buy the next ticket out of town and bouncing on the knees of furloughed soldiers as we rolled through strange cities and long stretches of farmland. My travels today take me farther and farther. While I now make my home in Florida, I’ve visited every U.S. state and every continent. In the coming years, I plan to continue filling in my world map.
Through this blog, I hope to capture some of the wonders of travel that this thursday’s child has been privileged to experience and share the joys of encountering new worlds, new people, new dreams.