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Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.

One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.

Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

It feels good to be lost in the right direction.

Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water.

Better to see something once than to hear about it a thousand times.

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

All good things are wild and free.

Of all the books in the world, the best stories are found between the pages of a passport.

I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.