Letters to Barbara
I’ve been a traveler for as long as I can remember myself. I was five years old when I first started staring at a globe. It was an illuminated sphere, all countries and places shining at night. For several years I would plan distant journeys, daydreaming that I was some variation of Jules Verne. I started traveling solo when I was 18, and I ‘m used to traveling alone. Well, I ‘m still not sure if everything was about the journey