Because I was, and still am, afraid of spontaneity that I almost resign myself to fantasies. Afraid that I might discover another part of myself and a new image of the world that will crash my reality. So I am.
weird. ordinary. to-the-point.
In here lies accounts of places I have been. Experiences. Witnessing the beauty, embracing the mystery of the land, the water and maybe even above the clouds 🙂 I am a traveler.