I’ve been getting restless again, making preparations…
The dry wind rolled off the mountain behind our house in chilled waves, whipping my fine hair into into a tangled mess and leaving my cheeks red and raw.
We travel to lose ourselves, we travel to find ourselves. It’s where we feel most alive, where we stay up late, follow our impulses and surrender to the unknown. We travel to slow time down, we travel for the pulse-quickening rush of adventure and — possibly most of all — we travel to fall in love. The more …
