When I was a kid my dad travelled a lot. He was away for long periods of time on adventures all his own. I wanted those adventures to be mine.
When he came home he would bring back suitcases full of surprises. Mud crabs tied up and wriggling. We would watch them go into the hot water and turn bright orange in seconds. I had never tasted anything like it. His adventures brought home with them foreign smells and strange plants from other worlds.
These were the beginnings of an intrigue that would eventually become a driving force in my life, leading me to decades of travel and an untiring hunger to see and learn more about this planet we share. This unique and wondrous ball of never-ending learning.
I have had a life long affiliation with travel and culture as a result.
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.You start dying slowly
when you kill your self-esteem.When you do not let others help you.You start dying slowly
if you become a slave of your habits,
walking everyday on the same paths…
if you do not change your routine,
if you do not wear different colours
or you do not speak to those you don’t know.You start dying slowly
if you avoid to feel passion
and its turbulent emotions,those which make your eyes glisten
and your heart beat fast.You start dying slowly
if you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
if you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
if you do not go after a dream,
if you do not allow yourself,
at least once in your lifetime,
to run away from sensible advice…