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…
