I was just thinking about this yesterday: why do I love to travel? Why do I get so excited at the prospect of going to a new place, visiting the best they have to offer, eating their food, even when I am almost always only on a budget? Do I need to travel to escape my dreary life, and maybe lull my self to think that my life is exciting? Truth be told, I don't know. What I know is this: I will travel as much as I can, because if not now, then when?