...home Lies In The Things You Carry

Everyone Is A Wordsworth In Certain Moods, And Every Traveler Seeks Out Places That Every Traveler Has Missed.

For More And More Of Us, Home Has Less To Do With A Piece Of Soil Than A Piece Of Soul.

We Travel, Initially, To Lose Ourselves; And We Travel, Next To Find Ourselves. We Travel To Open Our Hearts And Eyes And Learn More About The World Than Our Newspapers Will Accommodate. We Travel To Bring What Little We Can, In Our Ignorance And Knowledge, To Those Parts Of The Globe Whose Riches Are Differently Dispersed. And We Travel, In Essence, To Become Young Fools Again- To Slow Time Down And Get Taken In, And Fall In Love Once More.

Serendipity Was My Tour Guide, Assisted By Caprice

Lonely Places, Then Are The Places That Are Not On International Wavelengths, Do Not Know How To Carry Themselves, Are Lost When It Comes To Visitors. They Are Shy, Defensive, Curious Places; Places That Do Not Know How They Are Supposed To Behave.