Several times I have been asked why I travel. I think, down deep, it is as much as seeing
is to experience these things. I remember
standing in Vernazza in Cirque Terre, Italy.
I woke up at dawn as I wanted to experience the sunrise over the
Ligurian Sea. It was exquisite. There were rocks emanating from the
shoreline. I am sure these rocks were hundreds,
if not thousands of years old. They will remain so long after I am gone. The
sunset over the horizon in Alfama district in Lisbon. It is the only neighborhood that remained
after the earthquake that devasted this city in in 1755. That tabby cat that
walked over to me with the silver bell on its neck. She lovingly licked my hand
as my son and I sat while taking a break while trekking up the Rock of Gibraltar.
So many experiences and memories that I cannot list them. Later in life, when I reach a certain age, my
travels may be limited due to physical decline. I will hold these memories close
to me. Experiences that I will forever treasure
and will reach for, lovingly, gently. These
will always remain the photographs of my life.
