Before I came to Agnes Scott, I traveled to take nice pictures and find a relaxing respite from everyday life. Any other way to travel had never occurred to me. Then I was assigned to the Journeys class to Trinidad. As a class we read  A Small Place by Jamaica Kincaid, and I began to interrogate my motivations and privilege when I travel. We analyzed the social, economic, and political factors which have shaped the national context of Trinidad and Tobago. By the time I boarded the plane, I was prepared for far more than a week long Caribbean beach vacation.

The journey itself was a whirlwind of museum visits, nature treks, and steel pan performances in the capital city, Port of Spain. We attended the annual International Women’s Day March and we were even invited to perform a song we had written as a class on the main stage.

We traveled to the remote town of Matelot, where the DORCUS Women’s Group hosted us and guided us through a community lead service project building a library. At the end of the stay we had a lime with our hosts: dancing, laughing, and playing limbo.

During the trip, things often did not go as planned, however our trip leaders encouraged us to embrace our flexibility. When we felt resistant to the many ways in which we were being stretched, we challenged ourselves to set our defensiveness to the side. Journeys changed who I am as a traveler.

This experience taught me that learning does not happen passively, it is an active and engaged process. The most valuable moments were staying up late into the night with my co-travelers working on our song for the march, and standing side by side striking into the earth with our shovels where the library was going to be. We could easily have watched from the sidelines, and played the tourist. But we did not, and for that I am grateful.

It also taught me the value of reflection. On the trip, many experiences were puzzling, or nagged at me in ways that I could not express in the moment. The post-trip classes were the time that I used to bring up these moments, and talk through both the most joyous, and the most difficult parts of the trip with my co-travelers. There were difficult moments of confusion, privilege, and racism on the trip which were sticky to de-tangle, but we stuck with it. To my surprise, this reflection was as vital as the trip was itself to enhancing my understanding of Trinidad and Tobago, as well as aspects of myself. I have carried on this reflection into a weekly process in my everyday life. I keep a journal about my relationships, goals, and struggles. This reflective practice allows me to care for myself and my emotions, and work through things until they seem more clear.

Travel has not always been important to me. My Journeys trip to Trinidad is what first forced me to remove my American blinders. This radical new way to think of myself within the global context was jarring, but it was also captivating. Ever since I have been finding ways to return to that space of uncertainty, humility, and excitement. It has remained in the back of my mind in all of my subsequent travels from rural Georgia to rural India.