There is a certain spirit that we all share that can be called “wanderlust.” It is why travel blogs are so very popular, the vicarious thrill.
It was exciting to discover the word “Magyar” on the immigration papers of my grandparents. To me, it verified the gypsy blood in our veins. It was a bit disappointing later to realize that the term often referred to the Hungarian language more than the tribe of gypsies. But, still.
I happened upon an Oscar winning song by Eddie Vedder that was part of a biographical movie, Into the Wild. Based on a book by Jon Krakauer, it tells the cautionary tale of a spirited young man, Christopher McCandless.
Born into wealth and privilege, he gave his money and possessions to charity just after college graduation, and set out on a road trip to the Alaskan wilderness.
It did not end well for him, but the 2007 movie, directed by Sean Penn, is a thing of beauty.
And the song is special.
“Everyone I come across in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering but I’m never what they thought
Got my indignation but I’m pure in all my thoughts