Traveling...

The beauty and the sadness of traveling: getting into the atmosphere and then having to let go. Each time I leave a place I feel that I leave there a part of myself, but having a wonderful experience to remember. Scattered images, thoughts, sensations, thrills...that is what I feel when leaving a place and ooh... the bitter feeling that I might never see that place again.

If you are open, try not to judge or compare it's almost impossible not to get into the atmosphere of a place and breathe in the same rhythm as everything around you. No matter how famous, unknown, gossiped or praised that place is, it has its special flavor that will surely enchant you if you set yourself loose of preconceptions. That's why you feel sad at a departure, even when you know that another exciting trip awaits. You give a moment of your life to that place and receive a memory, it's an exchange that will make you feel richer and poorer at the same time. Traveling implies leaving, losing a place, but gaining another jewelry to hide in that box of memories. That jewelry never looses its sparkle, cause whenever you think of a past trip, you get a meaning and a lesson out of it, or at least it will make you smile and feel proud that you have been THERE.

Annie Lennox - Into the West