Many people stick to one place and visit it every year. Why do they do that, anyway? And don’t they just miss a lot? Is it okay to visit the same destination twice?
A life without traveling is unimaginable to me. Just as well as a life without daily routine. The foreign is only foreign in contrast to the known. Traveling is only exciting for a change.
One of the many reasons to travel is the search for adventures. Traveling, indeed, has always been something special. It always was – and in parts still is – exciting, mythical, and shrouded in legend. This is particularly true for the time when traveling still was a necessity and when journeys were arduous, especially those crossing borders – long before passport controls and simple visa regulations, long before the invention of the airplane or the automobile.
Being at an airport means being connected to the world. I sometimes just go there for fun to soak in the atmosphere and nourish my wanderlust.
Travelers tend to discredit their fellows by derogatorily calling them tourists. But where is the difference? And is there really a wrong way to travel?
With information galore that is always available via the internet, traveling has lost its excitement. No matter where we go, we already have a distinct image.