When I am sad I think of the next trip I’ll do, even if I am happy and when I am bored and I don’t know what to do, I surf on internet looking for a flight to any destination, the important thing is to go somewhere.
People who love travelling know this feeling, this is a kind of drug and more places you visit, the more you realize that there are so many places to discover and you feel incomplete.
Walking in a place I’ve never been before or observing what I’ve never seen it is magic.
It seems trivial, but when I return home it is impossible not to feel different, because I brought with me something that has enriched me. Traveling is like reading a book, you know how you feel before starting it, but you don’t know what will be your feelings when you finished it.
All the memories and images that you can collect during a trip, they will be part of you forever. The more places you see, the more things you know.
I love those people, who always have something interesting to tell and I would like to be one of those, but I still have much to learn and a long way to go.
I have not decided yet what will be the destination of my next trip, what I am certain is that surely there will be a next trip!