Why people travel?
When I left for Spain two weeks ago, my mind was a jumble, my heart was heavy, my soul was saturated. I went to new places and explored place, food, port, wine, museum, streets, cafes, new beds, other people, two languages, trains, planes and automobiles. I came home yesterday with all of the stuff that was making me a nut replaced and refreshed with very pleasant memories.
I saw on garden outside a lovely little bookstore in the Alfama area of Lisbon, a quaint garden with little flags that had sayings on them. One said, “Happiness is not an action, it is a memory.”
