TRAVEL THAT PASSION
Travel that passion. We all love traveling, and the reasons that drive us to do it are all valid.
To explore distant places and cultures.
To relax, and switch off from hectic everyday life.
To unleash and dance between clubs and disc of international appeal. Or, for the fun of the little ones, between theme parks, and "family friendly" cities
The reasons are really a lot.
For example, my friend Lello professes a lover of local traditions. Its goals, often, coincide with major events related to food and beer. London, in May, on the occasion of the Food Festival. Copenhagen, in August, with the homonymous festival. Monaco of Bavaria... well useless to underline the reasons. On the road, for Lello, there is only local cuisine. It does not matter if, on returning to Italy after two weeks of beer, bockwurst and German sauerkraut, it was in the clinic to detoxify!
Travel that passion.
Because every trip is, in itself, fantastic. Every moment, from preparation to departure, is magnificent. Just look at the right perspective.
With friends, the partner and the family, you are arguing already before starting, on mode and destination. Even before booking.
"You are crazy? We do not talk about it ". The first comments of his wife, or of his friend taccagno on duty, which frustrate in the bud the intentions of a long holiday in a resort.
"In Thailand? What if we get sick? I know there is a plague in those parts ", could be, instead, the comment of your hypochondriac friend; just him, immediately ready to warn you about the outbreak of a planetary epidemic. The first, however, starting with you.
Then there is the phase of departure. The one in which you have forgotten something. It will certainly be an important thing, that your partner, or travel friend, will not stop remembering you all the way.
Even the departure is beautiful, and should not be lived with the sadness and the discomfort of a journey finished, or about to end. Because every journey enriches us. The journey gives emotions that we will carry in forever. The memory of a place, of new friends ...
Travel that passion.
The most important thing is to experience the journey. Experience it in the first person, with your own eyes. The charm of the new. Of the discovery. Of the moment.
Live the journey. Live every moment.
And not from a mobile phone screen.
From the travel diary of my friend Lello (yes, him again), two days a Disneyland. Here you tick off a tome of 200 pages and 400 clicks. The son on the slide. The son on the slide while making a stink; while raising your hand. The daughter on the slide while yawning; while he is pulling his hair away; while smiling. The photo at pbowing. The shot to dad while standing in line at the ticket office. The children at the entrance. First, the single photo of each one. Then, the next in pairs. Then a third with the two sons and the mother. A fourth, with dad. A fifth, all together. A sixth, in which appears the Japanese who had taken the picture before ....
Then, the child's close-up.
"What a daddy balls. But when are we going on the roller coaster? ", It seems they are saying his eyes. At the end of the book there is even a two-hour DVD. I have always refused to see him.
Because the beauty of the journey is to live it.
Travel that passion. Do it yourself. A sunset in Santorini, it is better to admire it live. You do not need a mobile phone or make a stupid video that you will keep in the memory of a phone and you will hardly see it again. It is your memory that must be nurtured. Because memory can never be erased from your mind.
Travel that passion. Travel with Kanoa!