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Where You Are Is Who You Are. The Further Inside You The Place Moves, The More Your Identity Is Intertwined With It. Never Casual, The Choice Of Place Is The Choice Of Something You Crave.

I Loved Every Place I Lived And Traveled. London, Paris, Rome, Venice. I Fell Hard For Central America And Mexico. In Each Country, I Had Fantasies That I Could Live There.

As Travel Pushes Me Forward, Memory Keeps Dragging Me Backward.

The Words 'forse Che Si,' 'forse Che No', 'perhaps Yes,' 'perhaps No,' Repeat Along All Paths.

Travel Releases Spontaneity. You Become A Godlike Creature Full Or Choice, Free To Visit The Stately Pleasure Domes, Make Love In The Morning, Sketch A Bell Tower, Read A History Of Byzantium, Stare For One Hour At The Face Of Leonardo Da Vinci's 'madonna Dei Fusi.' You Open, As In Childhood, And--for A Time--receive This World. There's Visceral Aspect, Too--the Huntress Who Is Free. Free To Go, Free To Return Home Bringing Memories To Lay On The Hearth.