A passport’s life

I am an obsessive collector. At ten, I started collecting postage stamps, fascinated by the colorful, miniature designs and illustrations. By twelve, I was also collecting stickers; Hello Kitty, Miffy, scratch ‘n’ sniff, sparkly, and those satisfyingly tactile, puffy ones. When I moved to NYC in my early 20s, I began to collect matchbooks, which held the same fascination as those long ago stamps. I marveled at the tiny advertisements for the restaurants they represented. I collected the annual NYC Zagat dining guides, and enthusiastically ticked off the places where I had eaten. A decade later, I moved to Japan, where I started to collect meishi, (business cards). The intricate kanji, katakana, and hiragana strokes were, in themselves, individual works of art— typography that complimented the Japanese design aesthetic beautifully. Over subsequent years of travel, I found more to collect; such as shells, ceramics, and Lonely Planet guidebooks, from the countries that we visited. Now, these collections transport me to different periods of my life, and act as visual reminders of fabulous holidays. The one collection to which I never gave much thought, has been sitting in a drawer, untouched, unused, and unloved, for the past nine months. My passport. A collection of ink on paper, a sometimes round, rectangular, or oval mark, that designates a country ‘visited’. Yesterday, I dug up my neglected passport, as we are planning a trip for the holidays. The travel industry lovingly calls it ‘Festive Season’. I‘ll bet I’m not the only one who needs a season to be festive. My passport is about to expire. I am weirdly emotional about giving up this little blue booklet that has given me such joy over the past decade. Ten years—the life of passport. Quotes on paper I have carried this living, breathing, essential document through airports around the world, largely unaware of its weight in my hand. Had I really considered the access and power it provides? As I look more closely, each page holds much interest beyond the dried ink—beyond the colorful stamps. Thirteen quotes from past presidents, poets, activists, and writers, line the top of each spread. One quote, by prominent scholar and author, Anna Julia Cooper, seemed especially fitting right now. “The cause of freedom is not the cause of a race, a party or a class—it is the cause of humankind, the very birthright of humanity.” As I write, the United States is on the cusp of a new presidency, and still deep in the throes of a pandemic. Patriotic scenes and American icons live behind the mess of overlapping stamps. The Statue of Liberty, a bald eagle, and Mt Rushmore, as examples. American landscapes are reproduced in the backgrounds; cacti of the southwest, wide, open plains of the midwest, and tropical palms of the Hawaiian islands. My travel history What will be a surprise to nobody who has read up to this point, is that I have saved all of my old passports. I have saved my husband’s old passports, as well as my kid’s old passports (both the US and UK versions). Something about these documents, the ones that literally enable us to ‘pass’ through the ‘ports’ of the world, seem too valuable to casually discard. They unlock history—our travel history, so to speak. No doubt, the passport system will one day be completely automated. There may be no physical record in which to refer. The stamp will be retired in the name of technology. I will miss the stamps. I will miss the little blue booklet. I will miss certain rituals of the process. I won’t miss the lines. I won’t miss the intimidating passport control workers. I won’t miss the lines. Did I already say that? Passport tales The passport I am about to give up has had a life of its own. I open up to a random page. The full-page visa that allowed me entry to India in 2011 stares up at me, and stories from that trip start to materialize in my mind. I remember being ‘encouraged’ to ride a camel to our lakeside dinner near Amanbaugh, the resort where we stayed just outside of Ranthambore National Park. Afterwards I said, ‘I will never ride a camel again, not ever, not even for a free trip anywhere in the world. Never’. I still haven’t. And I won’t. Later that week, I was verbally assaulted and nearly arrested after taking a photo of a monkey on a leash. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I tried to prove the photo was deleted from my camera to the monkey’s owner. Note to self: always ask permission when photographing people, or primates, and especially people with tethered primates. I flip ahead a few pages to the stamp marked ‘Portugal’, where our VRBO’s pool turned a putrid, neon, green over the course of the week. Ear infections all around. Thank you, Portugal! On that same trip, our rental car was headed down an incredibly steep, narrow, winding road in Sintra, when a red light on the dashboard angrily glared at us. Not fluent in Portuguese, I googled the phrase, assuming it was something benign, like an overdue oil change. “Atenção! Falha de freio!” translated to: “Warning! Brake failure!” Was this a joke? Were we being punked in Portugal? I froze in panic, closed my eyes, and prayed to the Portuguese auto gods. Needless to say, we lived to tell the tale. In case it isn’t clear, (and how could it be?) Portugal remains one of our favorite holidays. Oftentimes, the craziest experiences make for the best stories. Turning a few more pages, I find the ‘Botswana’ stamp, and I immediately remember the cheetah we spotted on our first game drive, just 60 seconds after leaving the lodge. I remember falling in love with our all-knowing guide, Foster, whose soothing and calming manner made our trip so extraordinary. I think back to the safari nighttime chorus of sounds, and how I never wanted to fall asleep. Glimpses of other past travels resurface. A levitating man in magically realistic Cartagena.The Christmas market in blizzardy Budapest. The harrowing pre-dawn horseback ride in Argentina, when I thought my daughter would ask for emancipation papers. I think of trips that remind me of my friendships and relationships. Celebrating my husband’s 40th birthday in Punta Mita, Mexico, a six-family, expat reunion in Italy, and a couples getaway to the Caribbean islands. Stories unlocked, and retold, through the stamps. Buckets and lists As a travel writer, this year has presented me with some obvious challenges. I have tried to find creative ways to bridge this less-traveled gap in time. I dream up future travels. I keep a ‘Travel Lust’ list on my phone, an ongoing and hopefully never-ending inventory of places to see, stay, and go, one day. Where do I most want to go, I thought? I referenced my trusty list—compiled from random sources, over years of reading and research. From Instagram posts, and conversations overheard at restaurants. From Travel + Leisure, Condé Nast, and Afar magazines. From the currently-on-hiatus ‘Travel’ section of the Sunday New York Times. (Hear my cry, Mr Sulzberger, please bring it back.) Gold lists, hot lists, and luxury travel blogs. In no particular order—my current top ten. Ready? It’s good. Katmai National Park, Alaska Single Thread Farm, Healdsburg, California Six Senses Zighy Bay, Oman The Faroe Islands Lofoten Islands, Norway Taylor River Lodge, Crested Butte, Colorado The Uyuni Salt Flats, Bolivia Amanzoe, Greece Torres Del Paine National Park, Chile Snowdonia, North Wales Dolomites, Italy Antarctica For anyone counting, that was twelve. I’m not bad at math, I just couldn’t stop. New beginnings Starting a new passport in 2020 might be a good omen. Another way to start fresh, wipe the slate clean, and (literally) fill up a blank canvas. What does the next ten years, the life of my next passport, have in store? Find your passport. Give it some love, even if you aren’t yet ready to plan a trip. Be content with a trip through your stamps, for now. There are good stories in there, and awful stories, and hilarious ones, too. Our passports hold so much more than the faded little, impressions we have amassed over the years, if we take the time to look at them in a different way. What kind of life has your passport led so far? Where will it take you next? Imagine it. I know I am. Jamie Edwards is Founder of I am Lost and Found. I am Lost and Found is a luxury/adventure travel website that inspires others to explore the world, through first-hand experiential writing and captivating photography. If you would like to be a guest blogger on A Luxury Travel Blog in order to raise your profile, please contact us.

Jamie Edwards

Jamie Edwards is the Founder of the adventure/luxury website, I am Lost and Found. Her site started as a place for to record favorite places: off-the-beaten path restaurants, hidden beaches, and where to find the best views. A place to showcase a love of photography. She enjoys inspiring others to explore and travel the world through first-hand experiential writing, and captivating photography. Her current homebase is Washington DC with her husband, two kids, and two black labs named Indy and Shaka. Before DC, she lived In Tokyo and NYC. She often finds that some of the best places in the world, are the hardest to get to. But it’s always worth the effort in the end. Well, almost always.

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  1. As a travel writer my passport has definitely seen some action and I’ll be very sorry when I have to get a new one in 2022.

    The only problem is that it’s been brutally stamped sonoften that it won’t work at the automatic gates anymore.

    Of course, that goes for most travel writers. When I do a group press trip it’s always the other writers who are queued up with me for an old-fashioned manual inspection.

    1. That’s fantastic! I think a passport that no longer works at the gates anymore is a good problem to have! Thank you for the comment and for reading. What do you do with your expired passports?

  2. We had a brake failure in the mountains outside of Salta, Argentina! Terrifying, but now, of course, hilarious! Love reading your ode to the passport. And that cheetah photo is AMAZING!

  3. That’s fantastic! I think a passport that no longer works at the gates anymore is a good problem to have! Thank you for the comment and for reading. What do you do with your expired passports?

  4. Nice collection of Lonely Planets. I’ve got some of the early Insider Guides from the 1980s. They were so glossy, almost works of art. They were way ahead of the game giving you a taste of the local’s lifestyle. Also the photography was way better than the competition too.

    1. Hi Suzy, I will google the Insider Guides and take a look. Old guidebooks usually hold lots of other treasures, like museum tickets, receipts and restaurant business cards. Warm regards and thank you for reading! -Jamie

  5. What a well written story of your travels brought back to the surface by your passport. It made me feel like it’s a story book instead, with pages and pages of travel stories, unwritten on paper but definitely etched in your memories. Each stamp carries with it a lifetime of adventure, 10 years seems like a lifetime, ain’t it? Now, I’m looking at my passport, which I’ve renewed about 2 years ago before I went on a trip to Taiwan. Still 8 years left, with a year wasted locked down. I’m not sure I’d be willing to venture out of the country just yet this year. I am not brave enough. Not brave enough for me or my kids. I’m hopeful 2021 will be a year of recovery for everyone. Looking at my passport reminds me that the next time I use I’d be very sure to capture every moment. How I miss traveling.

    1. Hi Tricia, Thank you for the lovely comment. I hope after our wasted year, we all pick some interesting places to go next. We will ceertainly appreciate travel more than ever. I am with you, I miss it too. Warm regards, Jamie

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