Words Are Impotent To Describe Certain Emotions.

One Travels To Run Away From Routine, That Dreadful Routine That Kills All Imagination And All Our Capacity For Enthusiasm.

I Gained Direct Knowledge Of The Life Of The Poor In Big Towns: I Have Lived The Narrowing Mechanism Of Its Conditioning And Feared It.

The Benefits Of The Accomplished Journey Cannot Be Weighed In Terms Of Perfect Moments, But In Terms Of How This Journey Affects And Changes Our Character.

I Wanted To Learn A Few Foreign Languages, And Therefore I Had To Go Abroad.

Travel Can Also Be The Spirit Of Adventure Somewhat Tamed, For Those Who Desire To Do Something They Are A Bit Afraid Of.