Traveling allows me to be a spectator of intimate moments between lovers, mothers and children, families, grandparents and grandchildren, friends, strangers who turn into friends, and all that falls in between. It’s undoubtedly a gift to be welcomed into cultures across the globe, exposed to traditions and beliefs much different than my own. Growing up on “Heal the World” by the legendary Michael Jackson, his lyrics still ring true.
The past few days have been flooded with hate and nasty words after Miroslava Duma posted a handwritten note scribbled, “n*ggas in Paris” from Ulyana Sergeenko. Both are well traveled (and one could argue high profile) Russians in the fashion industry. With their social status, wealth and whatever power that wields they assumed they had the authority to use a known racial slur to be “cool.” I won’t spend my time re-litigating this particular incident, or even the use of racial epithets. I don’t condone them.
As one who travels around the world, I generally find that people are good and kind. I won’t paint an entire group of people as racist because two people did something moronic and hateful (not once or twice, three times in Miroslava’s case). I can say that all around the world people are trying to make it a better place. We all have work to do in our communities and respective countries but I hope that we move forward with kindness.
This little Asian boy was the focal point of his family and several passersby. He couldn’t be any cuter and his response to the pigeons tickled everyone in Piazza San Marco. Everyone loves adorable children.
Did I know these young ladies? Not at all, we just started bonding over gelato in Athens. It’s the little things in life.
One of the many times I have been surrounded by beautiful people from all over the world, listening to talented musicians. It’s admittedly a bit dark as we were watching the sunset over Paris in Montmartre but this was right after attacks. It didn’t stop complete strangers from coming together.
I wish I would’ve snapped a photo of this sweet soul in Marrakech. I hope to get back and spend more time with him. Sometimes it’s not the crowds of people but the one on one conversations that touch my heart. I rarely stop and photograph those people.
One could say, “boys will be boys” but this is a clear reminder, we are not born hating one another. It’s something we are taught. As I sat eating lunch (with French strangers who became friends), we watched these young men playing with local boys in St. Lucia. They all were having the best time and the background music to our peaceful lunch, was their laughter and smiles as the waves crashed against the shore.