Travel experience is universally considered attractive. I must say, experience is sometimes expensive, so
elite, but repays the money in transforming personal experience, from which one can draw more or less
things. You can buy lots of dolls and porcelain.
you can do a lot of photographs. Buy posters or books. Madonnas plastic water-filled, sometimes small
figurines. Or 15 cups, and so on, until you get to tan easily, or adventures.
For me, the nice things about a trip they are indeed, but there are others that supplant.
For example, friendship. The passing hours and hours chatting with friends who think that
ask you, tell you, are interested and can be discovered. Sometimes it means talking a lot
of crap shoot, and then the memories will remain. But there are many more: for example I love to see and try to understand
lifestyle different from yours, I mean both in terms of home (how and what
kitchen "usually," how life is organized at home, habits) and below that of the city, then to
society. I mean, you live in Rome so radically different that here in the sympathetic and ignorant
north-east, where cultural performances are seen as an unnecessary nuisance, while in Rome are full. Or does moving
: Rome is just another meaning, another habit, another kind of vision. Still,
interpersonal relationships: where here in Treviso by train or bus attack button is impossible, in Rome
(or more generally to the south) it is impossible not to, because if you get a lady at the bus station which
you get to go there and there, she not only will tell you, but will ensure that the end of the journey you know
roughly the lives of each other.
Even at the level of society is different because of the way we see everything: family, work, home,
aspirations for the future.
It 's wonderful to discover how many things there are in the world. And in people's minds.
What is the use that?
I say, on a personal level, this will have an advantage ...
What is the advantage of knowing all this?
Meanwhile, in knowing there is an inherent advantage: knowing, for better or for worse, is and must be positive. Always.
I repeat, for better or for worse, because now I know what it means to live a death in the family grave. But this (aside
pain, for a moment let's put aside) allows me to understand many things. To be closer to many people close to me but maybe
that before I could not understand. It means being able to share, listen, understand each other.
How important is this?
has a price?
Alto, if rated by how much I had (and continue) to pay. But allow me to give and to receive more.
Another thing is the evaluation of what is around me and what I have. Knowing more things, more reality, more scales of values,
I can understand those of others, and try to tolerate them more. Broadening the experience of people, I can better judge
(though a very bad word) what other people decide whether or not to do, to say. And I can reassess
also what I have: a beautiful house (which until recently seemed horrible), with one neighbor who does not break even after all
as balls, with a garden, clean air and lots of greenery around .
I know how to blog is not that good. But I wanted to write, and now that I'm back at home (and the holidays are over),
I want to get back to work at the site, which is still to September. I had other commitments, but now resumes.
More or less.
forgot: thanks to all of you.
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