Floating in the void free of gravity I made my way along the side of the ship. I listened to my own breaths. It was so dark and I was so weightless that I had to look for my bubbles… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
Wanderlust is not a passion for travel exactly, it’s something more animal and more fickle- more like lust. We don’t lust after very many… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
I know it's not strictly sex that accounts for my straying the motive usually attributed to men. I think it's just too tempting to… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
Floating in the void free of gravity I made my way along the side of the ship. I listened to my own breaths. It… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
“To pursue the thing she needed to do, Virginia Woolf wrote, “a woman must have money and a room of her own. ....” I… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
Travel is like adultery: one is always tempted to be unfaithful to one's own country. To have imagination is inevitably to be dissatisfied with… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
The paradox of love is that to have it is to want to preserve it because it's perfect in the moment but that preservation… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
“We jumped into water so clear and warm that it was like jumping from air to air. The sand rose up under us and… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
“We carried bottled water and day packs and cameras, except for Fred, who said he didn’t believe in taking photographs; he planned to store… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
“Academics have spent too much time trying to explain objectification, considering that there’s an easy way to make white, Western men understand: You just… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
I followed my wanderlust. It bruised me sometimes, and took me to all kinds of highs. Now that my thirst is slaked, I get… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
“There were other things we noticed only at first, before we accepted them as a part of daily life. Then they got harder to… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
The best kind of travel – the kind I wanted to experience – involves a particular state of mind, in which one is not… — Elisabeth Eaves Copy Share Image
