What travel location did you get the most emotional moment when you first visited it ?

MarkinPhx

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I was listening to the local sports radio talk show that I listen to every morning and one of the hosts of the show said how emotional he got when he went to Wrigley Field for the first time.

That got me to thinking about the one place that I traveled to that got me the most emotional.

Mine is rather superficial. My dad, a couple of friends and I took a golfing trip to Scotland back in 1982 and we hit the Old Course at Royal St. Andrews. I remember getting the chills as we got close and saw the surrounding buildings. I could barely walk when walking towards the clubhouse and when I got to the first tee box I felt I was in some sort of dream. I have been to many awe inspiring places since then but not of those places made me feel the way I felt at St Andrews.

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What a great question! I am going to say different places for different reasons. The cemetery in Nampa, Idaho has a ton of relatives in it. I got rather emotional when I last visited. Ancestry helped with that. But then there have been two trips to England hiking the Coast to Coast trail. I am not a die hard christianā€¦.but something about being in those old old churches built with sweat labor and faith really gets to me.
 
I think it must be the "Fire Falls" in Yosemite National Park.

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For me, it was when I was visiting my daughter when she was stationed in Virginia, and she took me to see where Jamestown was, and some of the other historical places in that area.
It was just awesome to see what is left of where Jamestown used to be, watch the reenactment scenes, see the old church, and where the foundations of the homes used to be.
I stood and looked out at the water and it was where the Mayflower had landed so many hundreds of years ago. It made me feel a deep connection to the history of my country to be there.

Later, we looked at some of the old buildings in that area of Virginia, and there were some that had cannonballs from both the Civil War and also the War of Independence , and yet the structure was still standing after surviving through both wars.
 
hollydolly said:
Of course the Berlin wall..... . I saw that wall come down, and I cried... and to this day I still cry when I see Videos' of the wall coming down and the re-connection of family, and friends who had been parted for decades...


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In 1967, I visit the Museum of the Wall in Berlin and cried through most of it. In the early days, a lot of the Wall was just tall chain-link fence and some sympathetic East Berlin guards would let people go to the fence and visit with their loved ones.

The two sets of photos that moved me the most were of a wedding going on on the west side in a muddy field. The bride was able for a short time to lock fingers with her mother through the chain link fence.

The other photos were of a young mother who had been trapped in the East, visiting through the fence with her husband. Just as they were being ordered off by the east guards, she threw her toddler over the fence to the father, who caught the child and started running. The last photos showed her being led off by the guards. I've always wondered how long it was before she saw them again.
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England. In general & specific locations. It was like going home.

A few months prior to my first trip to Europe, 1969, I had a hypnotic past life regression. In it, I was a woman from Canterbury, England. I met my "husband" when he apprenticed for my "father", a tanner I think it was. I had four girls, lost four prior & during. Don't really remember the rest off the top of my head.

So. First time Canterbury? How did I know where everything in the Old City was? Every landmark, I told my friend, 'Follow me.' No maps or tourist guides required except for modern hotels & restaurants.

England in general. I might love England more than most English. Welsh, too, but that's another story.
 
The first time I saw the ocean/ beach in California circa 1958. I was raised in Colorado and I had never been anywhere near the ocean. I loved the water and was a good swimmer, so naturally I always wanted to swim in the ocean and experience the waves....

It was all I expected and more. Except I got a real bad sunburn on my back, I was very young, but still remember it well...I still love the ocean and have scuba dove in it many times as an adult.
 

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