I always turn inward when I travel. Sometimes I think that this happens because, being unmoored from the geography of home, something inside me needs to remember who I am, to cling to myself, to find an anchor somewhere. Other times I think leaving behind all the material and geographical trappings of my life helps me to see the bigger picture of my life, of our planet, of the cosmos. And the magic of travel is that we don’t know, when we start out, where we are really going. We might have maps, and plans, but we always have to discover what the real journey is.
To strive, to seek, to find….
A pilgrimage to Armenia 
No matter where you go, there you are… Travel light and safe.
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So often when I travel I think of this quote from January Morning by William Carlos Williams:
I have discovered that most of
the beauties of travel are due to
the strange hours we keep to see them
Love to you, my friend.
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