I was dreaming about travelling for most of my life, but I wasn’t able to travel before. Maybe everyday life was just an excuse for not putting enough effort into persuading my dreams?! First of all I need to mention that I grew up in a communist country and travelling for pleasure was not even something many people would allow themselves to do. Getting a passport without having “good contacts” was like mission impossible. My mother worked for a tourist office for a while, which allowed her to get me a passport and send me on a few holidays, organised by her office. At the time, I was ten and went to Czechoslovakia. Funnily enough, this was the first time I ever tried a watermelon. I will get back to this in future posts.
Whenever I thought about travelling, I always thought about trips abroad, but I never stopped to think that there were amazing places just outside my door. I love travelling, I love being on the move. That’s the time I felt unimaginably free.
In those moments I had no address, no letterbox, no bills and no commitments. It was just me and the expectation less world.
Travelling inspires me and allows me to have a better understanding of the world and people around me. The stories they told, the world they lived, the politics they had to deal with… was all evolved around the place they called home.
In 2020 I was thankfully able to go on a few trips with my family. This year changed the plans of many people across the globe, but I never stopped dreaming about the whole wild world and the magic on it.