Hip-hop…has been the proverbial key that’s opened the door for me to roam this breathtaking planet.
My last thought before falling asleep was that we are all a lot more capable of conquering obstacles and fears than we think.
It is where you want to be in the next five years, not where you are now.
Everything is old, here. We are old – the Masters.”
“You’re not,” Irian said. She thought him between thirty and forty…
“But I came far. Miles can be years.
This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive, as feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad.
Living on the edge – that’s what I feel like when I don’t know what my bowels are going to do next.
I love to receive a beautiful postcard from your place of voyage.
You are your own travel light.
The last we heard of him was a picture postcard from Mazatlan, on the Pacific coast of Mexico, containing a message of two words: “Hello – Goodbye!” and no address.
To some, having children may seem as conducive to travelling as having your feet set in concrete.