“Why do we feel sorry for people who can’t travel?
Because, unable to expand externally, they are not able to expand internally either, they can’t multiply
and so they are deprived of the possibility of undertaking expansive excursions in themselves
and discovering who and what else they could have become.”― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon
Yesterday I found myself in a group of strangers (predominantly Italians) somewhere in Berlin. And as it always happens to me, after couple minutes of “what do you do?” kind of questions somebody mentioned living all around the world.
When that person started throwing the names of cities at me I smiled, sipped my wine, and thought, how cool.
And I told myself – apparently I’m not all that well-traveled as I like to think of myself. I’ve been to some pretty cool places over he last couple years, and still I often feel like nothing can impress me anymore. I keep comparing cities, cathedrals, mountains, seas, you name it.
And when that comparison settles down in my mind, I see something I’ve never seen before. It brings so much hope to get a reassurance that there’s still much more to this Earth. Syri i Kalter (the Blue Eye – albanian) in the south of Albania was one of those places that proved me wrong.