Editorial
Travel, they say, is the best form of education. Whenever we go on tours, we not only leave footprints and echoes of our voices behind. Every time we step on the bus to drive to the next stop or take airplanes to fly to the next country, we turn our backs on a myriad of places, culinary adventures, people, families and paths we may never cross again. But likewise, we never leave without carrying something new.
Every time we come home, we are never the same person who left two or six months prior. We carry experiences that we never imagined we would ever try—we’ve latched on the New York subway trains during rush hour to arrive on time for a show, rubbed elbows with royalty whom we performed to, devoured pasta and gelato in every meal in Italy, visited Rizal’s apartment in Barcelona. We’ve met people—mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters who became our families away from home. We’ve made friends with people who don’t speak our language. There are times when we fell in love.
We will attempt to chronicle those here. We will share the recipes we learned from our Italian mammas, reviews on French wines and cheeses, travelogues of the places we’ve set our feet on. We will tell stories on how we stood being in a 24-hour bus ride across three states or how it felt like to sing to the Queen of England. This, we hope, will be an emblem of the wealth of lessons we’ve learned, a scrapbook souvenir from the places where our voices have taken us.
As we always say in UPCC, traineeship does not stop when we become members because there will always be new things to savor and new experiences to be lived. They become new stories waiting to be told.