It Is Always Our Own Self That

Words Are Impotent To Describe Certain Emotions.

One Travels To Run Away From Routine, That Dreadful Routine That Kills All Imagination And All Our Capacity For Enthusiasm.

Travel Can Also Be The Spirit Of Adventure Somewhat Tamed, For Those Who Desire To Do Something They Are A Bit Afraid Of.

I Wanted To Learn A Few Foreign Languages, And Therefore I Had To Go Abroad.

One Travels So As To Learn Once More How To Marvel At Life In The Way A Child Does. And Blessed Be The Poet, The Artist Who Knows How To Keep Alive His Sense Of Wonder.