I am one of those people who, after traveling, come home full of cards taken at the checkout, handkerchiefs with the name of the best ice cream shop, still dirty with ice cream, paper maps, and flyers taken at the local info-point.
I don’t buy magnets. I never buy postcards.
The only souvenirs are leaves to dry and turn into paintings, local newspapers, and photos, many photos.
My “travel scratchpad”, my travel notebook, is like this: full of writings and cards to remember the most beautiful places where I wish to go back.
That’s why I decided to share it with you so that you can see the places that were the most beautiful and you can go there for me.
Simply that.
