Do you dream, when the rain poores down,
about a long white beach, the sun touching you,
warming your neck, lightening your day?
Do you dream, when life is slow,
about the big city’s pulse, people surrouding you,
red trafic lights, the energy in the clubs?
Do you dream, when life is just mondays,
about an adventure, views you’ve never seen,
people you’ve never met, getting lost and finding new ways?
Do you dream, when you love someone,
about creating a memory, something non of you know,
the beginning of something new?
When travel is not about a place, but about a feeling,
an experience.
A longing for something, not somewhere.
Then your are at the beginning of a story, at the beginning of the journey.
