TRAVEL-GUM

Every sort of travel is a blend of feelings and explorations : inner and outer. I travel because I’m happy ? I travel because I seek happiness ? I travel because I have to ? Every travel adds to our psychosynthesis.

Traveling alone has a bit of getting beamed into another dimension, that of being allowed to behave freely out of your common social conventions environment, that of redefining the things that matter to you most and those that poison you systematically and make you shift away from your dreams.

Once, sitting on an arrivals hall bench at Athens Eleftherios Venizelos International Airport, and expecting my guests to arrive, I had this crazy senario passing right infront of my eyes as I was listening to that woman’s name being called again and again from the announcements microphones.

Her flight was there. The people who were supposed to receive her were there holding signs with her name on. But she wasn’t there. Instead of the real “her” another “her” could have taken her position and plunge in her life for a while. What a thrill !

Traveling with your love is pure magic. Just because he/she is there with you, the whole world is so beautiful that hurts. Sometimes you think this flashy image of holding hand in hand and walking along the Saint Ioannis beach in Pelion Greece, kissing at the orange-purple sunset in Oia Santorini, splashing in the muddy little ponds of Istiklal Street in Istanbul, being amazed by the money-power staring at the Dubai Towers raising above the port, heading to Space Needle tower in lovely Seattle USA, praying in a Cathedral’s cool silence right on New York’s 5th Avenue, you think this image will just disappear like a mirage of your mind’s secret wishes. But it is there. You traveled to it. You captured the moments. You trapped the time. This image is a reality created by you. You conquered it. It’s yours and you are a part of it. The superstar in your life’s movie.

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