Chapter 2: Website

Jennifer's - her name is Jennifer - website reveals that she is a 'travel coach' - like a life coach but specifically for people who want to be come better travelers. It doesn't appear as though she has any professional qualifications in psychology or social work - her rhetorical strategy depends more on the many testimonials, written and in video, on her website. Many videos show people standing on top of mountains, or in the middle of busy market places, or on sunny beaches, excitedly thanking her for helping them to get where they are today and urging other people to work with her.

The site also includes a blog in which she shares stories of her own travels with those she was coaching, happy group portraits, in selfie-style, in locations similar to those in the videos. They include videos as well. Everyone seems tanned, happy, confident. 

The site is more of a digital scrapbook than a sales funnel. I'm not able to find any sort of course I can take, or button to click on to sign up for an email newsletter. I can't even find her phone number or email address. I'm at a loss how I would even locate her again, let alone pay her to give me another experience like I had this morning, or even any advice.

I'm longing to see her again though, to feel her hand in mine and to go travel even further. I can't imagine myself on a mountaintop, but here are the photos and I know what I felt this morning. 

And yet, despite her having given me her card, when I think of it, I'm not sure she in any way promised to see me again, or help me. How can I find her? Maybe I'll go back to the park tomorrow. 


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