I don't wear socks with sandals.
I don't collect snowglobes or souvenir salt-shakers.
The stuff I'm bringing home with me
doesn't come from a gift shop.
I've got dirt under my fingernails
and rocks in my boots.
If you're looking for a cookie-cutter tour, keep looking.
This is about ignoring your limitations,
swallowing your fears and eating doubt like
it's trail mix.
You've come to the right place.
This is not a museum.
History and culture don't belong behind a velvet rope.
And they're happening right now.
It's a voyage into uncharted territory.
I travel for the little details; for the small stuff.
The tiny, barely-remembered sensations
that add up to memories.
Adventure doesn't stick to a schedule.
It unfolds at its own pace.
Sometimes it finds you.
I travel to broaden my horizons.
Mom was right: "You never know
if you like something untill you try it"
You'd better get here soon;
there might not be anything left.
The amusement park that never closes.
Colours pop. Crowds hum. Flavours zing.
Look around long enough and you'll discover
senses you didn't even know you had.
You really should come see it sometime.