I was riding through rice fields in Bali tonight.

I was riding through rice fields in Bali tonight. The moon still full in the sky, hidden behind clouds. Tiny drops of rain sprinkling on my skin. The streets are quiet, peaceful, still. It was just one of those moments you know, at peace, Alive, Free.
I asked myself the question.
Why do I love to travel?
And my answer was this.
I love the culture.
The ceremonies.
I love a new experience.
I love how expansive and full of possibilities it feels.
I love how every place has a different scent.
I love the new feelings I feel.
Seeing a view for the very first time .
Its a bit like falling in love.
And ultimately Its the deep felt sense of freedom I feel.
Freedom. Its a feeling I seek out but more than that, its the spirit of freedom that I dare to fully feel and truly live. My world is based upon the essence of this feeling.