the romance of travel

Its past midnight, my mind's zoning out and as I look through the pictures of my latest travel odyssey, the romance of travel starts to hit on me: it begins with a deep infatuation with the exploration of new lands, the nerve-wrecking anticipation accompanies it and the sweet honeymoon bliss whilst being immersed in a foreign and whole new culture follows, in which the sharpened senses are continually titillated by the riot of exotic sights and sounds from all around. All things beautiful fly past like a dream and finally, it culminates in a bittersweet parting, though sorrowful yet makes one leaving feeling more enriched in both body and soul. It is a conflicting yet addictive emotional experience one seeks to go through again and again.