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


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