There's something magical in traveling. It seems like the people and places which I have never seen before, have something more than what I have. A fascinating lake, same trees but not the same at all, warmer climate, warmer hearts.
Fountains even are quite different that what I've seen in my city. Ordinary, but different.
I want to climb every staircase, see behind every corner. Is there something more? Oh, it was just a trashcan. But what a beautiful trashcan it was!
Not to mention the cakes they have here! Outside my hometown. Shear excellence. Cheese cake melting in my mouth.
Do I want to sit here or there? What if I miss something if I sit in the wrong table? Just couple of meters can make a big difference.
Travel, travel, travel... Do I want to go there?
This field, I'm sure it is far more better than the previous field I just saw.
Eyes hurting because of using my old, too strong glasses. But I gotta see!!! Everything!!!
Coffee in this place tastes better than... Better than anything!
Climb some more stairs to see more and more and more!
Oh now. Now I know how much I will not see because I haven't got the time to walk every street and look behind every corner. I have to remember this, print it in to my brain and go search at least one building down there also before...
...I have to go back home. I love going away, but I also love coming back. At least for now. If the day comes when I no longer want to come back, I won't.
