Some people believe in themselves, others – God, third – career, fourth – do not believe in anything, and I believe in travel. Traveling is like a morning espresso that awakens the entire palette of emotions: colorful, fragrant, delicious, fun, sometimes even dangerous, and often full of stress, which then becomes ridiculous to tears.
I have not met, but people say there are some who do not like to travel. Most likely, it is a walking exception. For us, others, it is difficult to survive without a trip in the cold winter, late spring, rainy summer or gloomy autumn. We always find a reason for the trip.
We are traveling because we are interested in getting to know others and often ourselves too.
Because we collect the impressions in the hearts.
Because we fell in love; because we got angry; because we are celebrating a birthday or … not celebrating it.
Because a favorite chef has prepared a new season menu in London.
Because there is a sell-off in Milan or New York;
Because it takes away the wine harvest of Alsace;
Because there is a rally in Bolivia or safaris in Africa;
Because the rains of Mozambique ended;
Because of the new train route to Peru or the opening of the opera season in Paris;
Because the unexpected amount of snow in the Alps has fallen;
Because we still haven’t been lost the Amazon jungle;
Because somewhere polar night started;
Because with lavender turning blue in Provence, the grapes starting ripe;
Because it blooms tulips or Sakura;
There are millions of the most beautiful because to travel…
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Do you love traveling?
Would you love to travel even more?