During my travels I appreciate various aspects of meeting new cultures and getting to know traditional customs. The architecture and local food are two very important and gratifying aspects of traveling.
The farthest place I’ve traveled from home… I go there every day, whichever second or minute of the passing hour I see fit.
I just need to close my eyes and I will visit any dreamland I wish for.
I just need to open a book and I can begin a journey through Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Middle Earth, Narnia, the Midlands and Westland… I can go farther and farther until it seems that the universe is swollen with so many worlds it cannot accommodate any more.
I love traveling. I love finding new places, tracing the paths of unknown streets, viewing the breathtaking landmarks.
However I could not lead a nomadic lifestyle, I am a too modern person – full of laziness, too used to comforts of a warm bed and ready meal. I admire the people, that choose to hop off the grid and return to the ways of our forefathers.
Back in the old days, travelling was a means of survival sometimes unwelcome and painful. Nowadays, it is a luxury that we cherish and long for.
The sky is the limit, the horizon is the indicator. Travelling broadens the mind, enriches the soul and educates in the best way possible – by experience and practice.
A literal look on the travel theme – bridges, a human means to conquer the river.
The small droplets of water pounded the uncanny rhythm on the tin windowsill. I see a pattern made out of water on my window. The drops race each other on the window pane. I sit in the warmth and observe the wet world from the safety of my dry room.
I imagine that the world is a big aquarium, watered by natural monsoons.
The people are fishes of various kinds, all swimming, aiming for the same purpose.
To reach the absolute.
To touch the perfection.
To reach the everlasting truth.
It’s all clear to me, like the water that falls from the azure sky.
Finding my faith… Did I actually accomplish that? What is faith anyway?
For me it’s the mystery that keeps me guessing and invariably believing that there is something more to life.
The word for this past weekend was “a countryside”. Road trip to a nearby village heritage park as seen through the lens of an immortalizing camera.
There are so many places I would like to go and yet I know that one life time is not sufficient to see them all.
For now, a few memories from my last vacation – six day trip to Budapest, a truly magical city.