antonellasjourneys

I am a generous traveler and a terrible traveler. I can fall in love with places easily and quickly. Places of any kind. Cities, beaches, corners, stores, buildings, libraries, churches, paths, sidewalks, churches, parks, courtyards. They are landscapes populated by a life imagined that I crave seeing coming to life. And here comes the part where I am a terrible traveler. I never want to leave. Or I want to come back until I feel that I have acquired a real taste of that location.

I’ve always been like this. When I was about 6, with my family, we traveled to Rome. We stayed there for a week. Needless to say, I loved everything. The drive from Sicily, walking and observing, I was in my version of heaven. Since then, I realized that I was in a heightened state of being when traveling. Returning home felt like an inevitable tragedy.

When far from home, I feel myself. This is why traveling by myself, has always been pretty easy for me. I truly enjoy distance and space and only the sound of my breath in the universe. I enjoy understanding who I am when I am far from learned social and cultural behaviors.

Restlessness or discovery? They are both journeys and one feeds the other.

This is how Colorado happened as well. I came here in 2007 and kept coming back. I saw this area, Snowmass and Aspen during the winter. Oh but I could imagine it in the Summer. I cannot leave until I know every path, every trail. And there is always a path around the corner.