A wonderful thing called travel has possessed my soul. The aroma of fresh baguettes on an Alsace autumn morning, which I break off and enjoy with a new friend. Alone, wandering cobblestone streets in Prague, feeling like this was created for souls like my own. Traveling makes me very happy friends. I’m absorbed in our existence to be here, right now, together; able to explore our world as one. Traveling makes you happy as well. We share it together; embracing our collective talents; we are the artists who paint a new world.
While the Balinese rice fields teem with mist around us, the morning sun strikes the shores of Kauai, and a few cherry blossom petals lay a path before us in Kyoto, I offer you these pages of my love of the world as you drink a spritz while the sun sets on Piazza Michelangelo.
Traveling—it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
LOVE WHAT YOU DO. DO WHAT YOU LOVE