The art of travelling
One of my absolute
favourite things in the world is travelling. I need it regularly or I go mad.
It is my drug of choice. I think I have always had the urge for revelling and
already as a child I remember ordering catalogues from different travel agencies
and flip through the pages and dream away.
Being an adult and being responsible for your own time and money made
planning and going on adventures much easier.
It is a sort
of collecting for me. Collecting memories and places to think about when
everything is painfully ordinary and the rain in falling outside the office window.
Thinking of that small café in Berlin with the best frühstück, preferably eaten in front of a cosy fire
burning. Or the peaceful pagoda outside
Hanoi where you could sit and just watch
the beautiful scenery from a staircase cut out from the rock under a fragrant
Frangipani tree.
The collector
in me always bring home little souvenirs that also work the magic of remembering
and cherish these moments.
These little treasures almost always have in common that they are small
enough to enable being transported back home.
And when used, looked at or eaten they bring back the different memories
and feelings. A little bit of joy when opening the kitchen cabinet being
greeted by a little dotted espresso cup found at the 1 Euro table in a store in
Milan.
A big part
of the travelling for me is the actual planning. Exploring the place you are
going to visit in advance, sort of looking through a pair of binoculars, seeing
from a distance trying to imagine what it feels like to actually be there. This also brings me great satisfaction and
looking forward to an adventure gives me lots of energy. I read books and blogs,
look at maps and spend hours looking for the best hotel in the perfect area.
Don’t forget
comfortable shoes, a camera and an open mind and start a new adventure that
will never leave you!
