travelotherapy...

Up until a few minutes ago I laughed at the idea of having a 'blog'. What good can one more silly blog do to a world already saturated with bloggers? Almost everybody I know has a blog, or rather 'blogs', as I like to refer to the activity itself... Yes, with a smirk.

I blog, you blog, he blogs, she blogs, we blog, they blog, every living soul with access to the internet blogs. And less and less people seem to actually do things. They'd rather write about things than do them. They'd rather, it seems, use words to build entire new parallel dimensions to reality...
And too many words without a breathe of fresh air from some distant breeze can suffocate.

I want to feel, to see, to hear, to touch, to smell and taste, not just to read, or write, about the world. Perhaps you should stop reading this 'blog' and try that too. Let's step away from so many words. Should I stop adding words?...:)

I wish you told me now, before I pollute the internet with my own words because, I must admit it, the humble birth of this silly blog started to fuel an unbearable temptation. More and more words bubble up into sentences, flipping like wings without a body in what appears to be an attempt to create an ephemerreal bridge between this 'blog' and its readers.

But what good are the wings without the breeze to carry them?

All right, I will solve my dilemma by reaching a deal. This 'blog' can be about the perpetual breeze that calls us all to travel... or, it can be about dressing in olive drab to melt into the landscape...

Can the road that leads to the horizon line really fit into words and blogs? Can it fit into images and sounds? We'll try to find out together, only if you, the reader of this blog, promise to let me know when my words fail...

So, this new blog opens motivated by our ever present desire to travel and document our trips in the photo album...

Where would you like to travel first? How would you dress? Do you have a favorite shirt you like to wear on your trips?