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Posted on August 30, 2012 by Isabella Cecconi

‘One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things’ said Henry Miller once. After 8667 kms and more or less 113 hours of traveling I can admit he was right. It has been my adventure, my traveling, rambling through summer days. Now that adventure is over and my clothes are rolling in the washing machine at home again, I can scream out loud PEOPLE, I MADE IT! My eyes are wrapped up in images and my heart is beating regularly high. Summer is nearly to its end but summer actually never ends. To me, adventure will always await. My last note from the AdventureAwait’s book was taken from a book of Italian writer Cesare Pavese and I’d like to fare thee well with it: ‘Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.”