Rewriting the reasons to travel with Southwest.
By: Carlos Dragonné
Any time a colleague journalist asked me the question sounds easy to answer and, amazingly, it intertwines with so many answers that one ended tangled in ideas that I never knew I had. To find answers is at the end of the day, the goal of all of us who are committed to the narrative in any of its forms. Not always, but it is well known that what is really exciting is not the answer in itself, but the pursuit of the same, in the same way that the thrill of Sisyphus is not the arrival to the top of the mountain, but the way of effort to climb. If I got or not the answer is something that does not matter. But these steps are worth the remembrance perennial that is written. I got on with Southwest , and I went to Houston.
The first thing you learn in life is that there is so much you don’t know that you’ll never feel expert in anything, but someone in constant learning. Houston is the city that I’m still awestruck at the corners of different neighbourhoods, or even in the corners than before believed to know in depth. And, as always, does so through the transcendence that echoes in the streets.
I went back to crossing the doors of the Museum of Fine Arts thanks to the invitation from Southwest Airlines to come in for a few days to learn about the efforts of connection and growth, yes, but I return home with testimonies that generate the difference between doing and being as a company and as part of a community. What I have found in this new journey to a city that I am repeating is, by far, one of the best ways to start the year that would have been able to think of.
Because the community is what makes us a society. And what makes our society a little bit of sense. Houston, one of the most vibrant cities in artistic terms, it showed that the doors should always be open to all. And is that in addition to a small sample of David Levinthal, one of my favorite photographers, the exhibition Eye on Houston is that I want to tell you, because it is linked with the reason why I went there.
Eye on Houston is a photographic exhibit in which students of high school of the city, showed us how to see the city from the lens of your cameras. Why is it important to this exhibition? Because you are opening the doors of one of the institutions most important art of the united States to youth between 12 and 16 years of age, to push forward to achieve goals in the artistic development from a young age, linking the community with the art and artistic expression, with stories that tell the day to day of a city, from the perspective of the generations that will inherit it.
And it is when one understands that we’re a little late on the task of giving voices to the new generations of artists and even when we understand that it is in the community where are the great stories told. Then, when I leave the Museum after having gone through a couple of exhibitions, I feel to take a coffee and I seek to understand that part which is, for me, fundamental to embrace the cities, and preserve the memories. And back to that question that I did.
Why travel?, I said between coffees and desserts this colleague that I tell you. And here is that I understand that I am traveling to feeding myself, of ideas, of stories and of characters that are built . I travel because it is the best way to recognize ourselves in the other’s look, to scrutinize the expressions that seem to us beyond in the role and that are, in reality, part of us, people that we cut distances not only on board aircraft but through the emotions. Then return the gaze to those photographs that you observed from the beauty of the everyday life portrayed through the eyes of those who, in the midst of it, know how to dig up the emotions that connect us. And I understand that I have to call who I asked that question, because after this trip, I found a new reason to a long list of reasons to put stamps to the passport: I travel because in every city, new or known, there’s always the one who breaks my own daily life to discover me in the eyes of the opposite.