I will not lie: a big chunk of travelling is taking pictures. All we do, you can not deny that. However, the more often I travel, the more I realised that what remain are not the places, rather than the people -and definitely- the conversations.
To be honest, it upsets me a bit that I can not capture those moments in the same way that we can do with a picture, so I can come back so easily to them, feeling again the emotional roll caster once I felt.
These stories are providing me values, some of them might be obvious to others, but to me, they seems absolute soul-lifting so I need to write them down:
- By having more, others definitely will have less.
- Even having less, many times you are richer than others.
- I don’t actually need half of things I have.
- What remains through time are not possessions, rather than experiences, that made you incredibly richer.
Might be stupid to others, but to me these thoughts are worthy to be written. That way, I might always remember that night in the desert, the Bedouin camp and their people, the amazing Dutch group I met that share their time, fire, music and drinks with me, even taking me back to my base camp the morning after... without asking for anything.
After all night offering everything to us, I asked why not keeping a part of it for themselves, so the Bedouin said: once that you are not here anymore, how would you like to be remembered?
I think I will work on the answer for the rest of my life 🦂🦎🇯🇴
P.D. Totally unexpected: I can understand Dutch!!! 😂😃
سعدت كثيرا صباح اليوم في #جزيرة_مصيرة لمشاهدة هذه النسوة التي تكد وتعمل للمحافظة على إرث المشغولات اليدوية ولكسب الرزق..
I was pleased this morning in #masirahisland
to see local women proudly pursue and present their #handicrafts to preserve their #heritage and get extra income