The essence of travelling

Travelling is a way of life. Someone who enjoys every trip tries to always have the next one written down in the agenda.
To me, knowing that I have something prepared in advance, for some days or even months, makes me feel deliriously happy. Even if it is a quick escape that won’t last longer than a weekend. It is not a matter of time. It is a matter of predisposition to submerge oneself as much as possible in the foreign culture and traditions. One can live in a foreign country for years and know very little about the place one’s living in. More often than not, people tend to form ghettos when they are abroad. I guess they feel a bit more at home. Nevertheless, in my opinion, feeling at home is understanding the new environment and trying to fit into it. The day one achieves this is when one can say out loud: This is home! And the feeling of considering different places around the world as one’s own home is something simply amazing.
Moreover, travelling makes one forget one’s problems or worries. Because not only the body but also the mind travels. From the moment one starts to plan the trip the mind starts fantasizing about the experience of what that journey will mean. Every trip makes us change in some way.
When I arrive back to my bedroom in Barcelona I usually go over the whole experience in my head and think about what it has meant to me. It is a great exercise that helps me understand in which ways the journey was worth it. I consider that even if I didn’t enjoy the experience very much, every cloud has a silver lining and there will be a great moral hidden somewhere. It is just a matter of reading between the lines.