“We jumped into water so clear and warm that it was like jumping from air to air. The sand rose up under us and we floated to where it met the sea and walked out of the water like creatures… — 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
