Exploring a new city is like reading a new book. I have a tendency to devour them, in a few days, page by page, forgetting to sleep and to eat. I can’t think of anything more exciting than getting out of the hotel early in the morning, on page one, excited, ready to take it all in: new scenes, new sounds, new smells… That’s my Zen.
One of the reasons why I love traveling is that it shows you again and again that things that are considered weird where you live may be absolutely normal somewhere else. And that opens up your horizons and stretches your mind. That’s how you learn to never judge. Because normality is very subjective.
It’s a very liberating feeling when you learn to accept people for who they are.
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