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On our recent trip to the Nordics, we went to the fjord area in Norway where my husband's ancestors are from and we made a pilgrimage to the small farming village in the middle of nowhere in Denmark where my great-grandfather was raised before coming to America. My grandparents never made it to Denmark and while my parents visited Denmark, they never went to that village. So there I was, a 3rd generation-born American, finally standing in the village where my great-grandfather lived (and several generations before him). There was nothing in the town worth seeing...except...the town church, which was closed. We strolled the church grounds (including the little church cemetery) and I felt this amazing connection. My great-grandfather was baptized in that church and this village was where all of my Danish roots can be traced. After knowing of my Danish heritage all of my life, that short pilgrimage to that little village was one of the highlights of our trip because it gave me a deep sense of place and connection now when I think of my heritage. It was worth every bit of that out-of-the-way drive to see that little village in the corn fields of Denmark.

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Claire's avatar

I think every single trip I've ever been on has been a pilgrimage, I'm always following a muse. In Paris I went around looking for Edith Piaf-related sites (before the trip I spent months memorizing the lyrics to all her songs, it was kind of the catalyst to make me want to visit). When I climbed Desolation Peak, I was following after Jack Kerouac, he wrote about working in the fire tower there in Desolation Angels and Dharma Bums. In Los Angeles I did a tour to see all the places relevant to Charles Bukowski. On a road trip through Kansas I went through Wichita just because of the White Stripes Seven Nation Army lyric. In Las Cruces I drove by the jail because of Las Cruces Jail by Two Gallants. I've chased Billy the Kid all around New Mexico (the jail he escaped, the courthouse he was charged in), Butch Cassidy around Utah and Wyoming (his childhood home, the hole-in-the-wall hideout, etc). I went to Gibsland Louisiana to pay tribute to where Bonnie & Clyde died in the ambush. And then the actual walking pilgrimages, all the long distance hikes. I definitely think having some sort of inspiration for why I choose to visit a place is something that keeps me extremely motivated to travel, I always have a specific mission.

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