I dont know what do other people feel about travelling.. but as I have observed, at times, this hobby takes you to places which embrace you like a lover does and sometimes it happens that your solitude finds a companion in the abstraction of this attachment and when you have to leave, it pains like a real pain of parting from a lover.
(This statement is not for a specific place or incidence. This is an observation in general but very true and thoughtful, at-least for me.) I wish I get more and more opportunities to travel happily and luxuriously around the world... I want to see Vatican, want to walk camino de satiago.. and many more.
