TRAVEL
A favorite musician of mine once spoke about the first time he picked up a guitar when he was thirteen years old. He couldn't play yet, but he was drawn the instrument in a profound kind of way. He would pretend to play at first, and then eventually became a lifelong student of the craft. He described that first time with the guitar as the moment his life went from black and white to technicolor.
When I first traveled through Europe as an eight year old with my family - each of us allotted a carry-on sized bag for the month-long trip - I don't think I had the words to describe the moment either. But what is clear now is that the travel - no matter where - will always remind me that the world is not only black and white, but a marvelous stream of technicolor.
When I first traveled through Europe as an eight year old with my family - each of us allotted a carry-on sized bag for the month-long trip - I don't think I had the words to describe the moment either. But what is clear now is that the travel - no matter where - will always remind me that the world is not only black and white, but a marvelous stream of technicolor.
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Turkey
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Greece
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