What is the meaning of travel in one word?

Okay, here’s my attempt at spicing that up, making it sound more like me talking:

So, the meaning of travel… in just one word? Hmm, that’s tough! If I absolutely had to pick, I’d say it’s all about discovery.

Yeah, discovery. It’s more than just seeing new stuff, you know? It’s that electric feeling you get when you’re stepping waaaay outside your comfort zone. Like, remember that time I got completely lost in the backstreets of Marrakech? Honestly, I was a little freaked out at first, but then I stumbled upon this tiny little spice shop, and the old man running it told me all about the different blends and their stories. I never would have found that if I’d just stuck to the tourist trail, right?

That’s what travel is to me. It’s about facing the unknown, letting a place really get under your skin, seep into your soul. And it’s not just about the journey itself either. It’s about how it stretches you, kinda shakes up all your perspectives. I always come back feeling… different. Like I’m seeing the world with new eyes.

Does that make sense? It’s like, you’re a little wiser, a little more alive, you know? It’s not always easy, and definitely not always glamorous (hello, delayed flights and questionable street food!), but that’s part of the charm, isn’t it? It’s pure magic, really. I can’t describe it any other way.