it isn’t just about romanticism. Travel with vintage leather suitcases, or solid wood trucks strapped to carts, laden onto steeds, still swims around in my imagination.

Travel seems to have become every year, to every where, for not quite everyone. but there’s still magic in it. The magic of discovery, while seeing, hearing and being alive in another climate, culture, time and space.

I think all adventure is in being present wherever you are, and wherever you go next.