I travel to enrich my heart, to learn about how others live so that I can be less ignorant and foolish about my own perceptions. I travel because ever since I can remember, I have read about so many beautiful traditions, places, cultures and history and it actually does something to me spiritually and heartfully that I cannot really put into words.
My only regret is that I will most likely not get to see all the amazing things that have touched my heart and inspired me. It’s the same feeling I get when I am in a book store surrounded by all this history, art, stories.. How can one possibly feel satisfied knowing that this insatiable appetite for wisdom, history and knowledge can never fully be quenched. I can ususally find the bright side of things,…but this one always stumps me. xoxo