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Roadrunner

  • Writer: Lidia Amarante
    Lidia Amarante
  • May 29, 2020
  • 2 min read

Since I am aware that traveling is part of me.

Traveling miles to distant lands or a few meters close to the house have always been part of the activities practiced in the family and which, as an adult and with a raised family, I insisted on maintaining, I confess, became a necessity that I currently have a lot of difficulty in abdicating.


There is a natural fascination in me for discovery, for knowledge and for sharing that is a little difficult to control and that impels me to put on boots, wear comfortable clothes, pack a small backpack or handbag where only the "essential" fits together with notebook and pen and go to any place previously planned or not.


Planned? I leave it to those who accompany me, because in reality I don't like big plans, I prefer to let myself be guided by chance and discover what each place has to tell or show me and thus without high expectations anywhere I can discover or live something that enchants me and it will remind us all.


I love to lose the sense of time and allow myself to soak in the landscapes, take me by the stories and legends, walk aimlessly in the hustle and bustle of the cities or the calm of the mountains, play in the waves of the sea but above all share and enjoy every situation as it emerges.


Traveling brings me back to the land and to the reality of the extra me and "mine" so necessary for the balance of every human being. It allows me to perceive our smallness in the face of so many different realities in the world.


The more I travel or walk, I realize that regardless of the times I visit a place, the vision and experience is always unique and is not repeated, that the distance or places to visit is not the most important because we can see and do a lot, but as time goes by what retains to fades and what really remains are the unforeseen, the moments of sharing with those who come across me or who walked with me, making all moments unique and ready to go again.


Good way for all travelers




 
 
 

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