Since I opened my eyes this morning I’ve been feeling an irresistible desire to travel, to wander the streets of unknown places until I don’t feel my legs, to photograph interesting buildings and passersby, to find on every hill a perfect spot overlooking the city and to taste the most famous sweets of every place I visit. The one who travels is happy, the one who visits different continents, Machu Picchu, the one who surfed in Australia, visited the pyramids in Egypt, dived in Bali, drank coffee in Italy and spent a day in Manhattan. That person is happy and rich. Travelling gets us…
Today I went back to Amsterdam. I’m so in love with that city that I often return there and wander its streets in my thoughts. I watch the buildings and I get transported to XVII century Amsterdam, I’m trying to imagine how it looked like back then while I’m trying to avoid the cyclists who are coming towards me without any intention to slow down. And then, when I get tired of wandering the streets, I go to a small vegan café with a huge shop window that overlooks the canal and I enjoy a huge piece of vegan Snickers cake. Mmm, what a…
