We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again — to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more. Pico Iyer.

What turns travel into a quest rather than self-serving escapism?

*I hope you’re not a monk, cos I’d love to go Tibet with you. oh yeahhhh..

*Feeling sad & lonely? Come here, I vatican make you feel better.

*I hate to be a Budapest, but I’m Hungary for your heart.

*I saw London, I saw France….can I see your underpants.

*What took you so long? I’ve been kuwaiting for you my whole life.

*Who needs a map when one can Rome freely in your beautiful eyes?

*Belize me, baby, I will Peru’v my love for you at any Costa Rica.

*The way our eyes were Interlaken, I knew you were the one.