Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing in yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it
Cesare Pavese
The whole object of travel is not set foot on foreign land; it is a last to set foot on one’s own court as a foreign land