Actually, I ask myself the same question…

and from time to time I almost find an answer…

 

I travel to see the world, to explore the Beautiful Garden in which I had the privilege to be born… to admire at least once in my life each small flower that perfumes the existence… And embrace for a moment… with my eyes closed and my heart open wide, each single tree that brightens up the road…

I travel to see what´s beyond the borders that the “merchants of shadows” want us to believe in.

I travel because I don’t trust the Radio, TV, or Newspapers when they insist on painting the world in a dark gloomy color…

I travel to discover with great joy that routes are full of friendly people, ready to guide you to your next destination, happy to share a dinner, a song, a luminous glance, a dream…

Of course, this doesn´t happen everywhere!… That´s excactely why I travel… to discover that there are still places where things are very different from the way we were always told…

I travel to stumble precisely upon whom I had to meet… (without any of us even knowing about it…)

And to live celebrating coincidences and raising our cups at every welcome or farewell party for the endless reasons we all have; to keep on traveling…

 

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